028

JEON

I went to the bedroom, the maids informed she's still sleeping after the doctor's visit.

My knees almost buckling as i step forward.

She's really pregnant.

Doctor confirmed it too.

No more doubt.No more waiting.No more pretending this is just about power or control...

She's carrying me- inside her, that will never let her leave.And me? I'll build an empire around that child.

Now she's truly mine in every way that matters-I close my eyes-forehead resting against the door-breath uneven, i push open the door—

She's there-on the bed, laying still, peacefully, unconscious since like forever. But the doctor said she needs the sleep.I step closer and my little one blabbering beside her like giving her company. I kneel beside the bed without a word— Lucas doesn't notice me-I lean down, heart pounding, i slide up her dress— gently part her folds with fingers- soft, careful.

She's warm.

Wet.

Sacred.

Scratch marks still there on her skin from me.

This is where life begins.My blood.My child.Ours?

I lean- kiss above her clit-light as a prayer-i rest my forehead there, low between her thighs.

Silence stretches around except Lucas's cooes, she's giving me something without even knowing it yet.

And for the first time in my life-im feeling nervous.

Lucas turns, his tiny body wobbling unsteadily beside her—big, round eyes lock on me-curious, confused.

As why his dad who roars at maids, scares the dogs, makes grown men tremble...

Kneeling.Head bowed.Between mama's thighs.

He blinks.

Then-without fear-he reaches out toward my face.

"Bab-ba—" he murmurs "Ba...ba—?"

I slowly lift my head, lips still tinged with her essence.

Sigh.

My son.The one who already loves her more than me.The one who will soon have a sibling because of her body and my hunger.

I rise quietly- scoop him up against my chest.

He doesn't fight. Just snuggles in instinctively- the way he always do,

"You'll have a little brother or sister soon" I murmur in his hair "All because of y-your mamma"

He babbles softly against me-a happy sound-and grabs my jaw with sticky fingers.

And for once...

I let him...

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"So you're gonna be a dad?" Wooshik asks, grinning like an idiot. "And that's why we getting sweet boxes and guns?"

"Hmm" I don't look up-just flip another page of the clubs report—sip my whiskey slow.

On table— Sleek black gift boxes wrapped with red ribbons-one for each of my men. Inside? A gun polish kit shaped like a baby bottle... and a real Beretta M9 tucked beneath candy labeled "Daddy's Little Bullet."

Cheesy?Yeah.But they'll eat it up.

Jisun picks up his box, turns it in his hands. "Uh... Boss? Sweet box and a gun combo? Kinda weird, right?"

I take a sip, flipping through the paperwork. "Then don't take it."

Silence drops.

Then.Wooshik chokes on a sweet, coughing.

I back to back signing papers-Calm. Cold. But inside?

A fire burns low and bright.

Fatherhood isn't soft.It's blood.It's power.It's making sure no one dares touch what's mine.

Cause now?

Im building an empire-with her in the center, my son on my hip,and our next child already growing inside her womb...

Call it tradition.Call it madness.

Or just call me Dad.

"No no he didn't mean that, Boss" Wooshik says through a mouthful of candy. "We're just-" chew chew- "not used to you handing out pink boxes instead of bullet casings."

"Sweet boxes are for Valentine's," Jisun murmurs.

Wooshik hums.

"It's just.....we're mafia, Boss. Not some baby shower party" Jisun continues "I mean-congrats and all-but do we celebrate with pastel ribbons and sugar? Shouldn't it be blood oaths or... I dunno... a dead body in a bassinet?"

Wooshik swallows-then immediately grabs another piece from the box and shoves it in his mouth like punishment tastes sweet when served by loyalty.

I sigh."Eat your damn candy before Lucas finds it and screams for more."

Wooshik, already halfway through the candies, cheeks full like a squirrel. "Boss-these are actually good," he mumbles between chews. "And I get a gun? Perfect combo."

I keep signing papers, one after another. The ink flows smooth.

They keep babbling-

"But Woo still—it's just... sweet boxes? From The man who once strangled a guy for misplacing his cufflinks?" Jisun asks.

Wooshik clears his throat. "We... uh... we're happy for you, Boss."

I freeze-—pen hovering over the last page.

198 million.

Then a few lines down- 189 million.

A nine.An eight.Switched.

Small mistake.

Big sin.

I tap the paper once- "Jisun."

He's beside me in half a second. "Y-yes, Boss?"

I don't look at him-just slide the page toward him and point at the numbers "Explain this."

He shifts "W-what... that's-" he flips back through the file "No-that can't be-I checked everything! I swear!"

I look at him,  "You swear—A difference of nine million? Nine million, Jisun?"

His eyes dart to the numbers. Swallows hard. "I-I don't know... Boss... must be typo... maybe accounting..."

"Must be? You bring this to me? After everything? You think I sign blind now?"

"N-no! Never! I'll check every file again-right now!"

"Go, bring me that manager."

Jisun nods , tucks his gun and scrambles out fast.

Sigh—I lean back.

Family grows.Empire expands.But rats?

They get fed to the dogs first.

I look down at my hand- the same one that held her pus-

"Boss... anything else?" Wooshik asks.

I look up- his-cheeks full of candy like a chipmunk. He grins, munching loudly.

Idiot.

I down the last of my drink.

"Boss" Minho enters, carrying a black file. "here's the France file."

I set down my glass, flip it open-and there they are. He slides a file to me- France on the first page.

I sigh. Taking over the biggest French gang in their own turf-not the smartest plan, but the business was worth it.

"2 days, hmm."

Minho clicks open a laptop-showing photos of warehouses, ID cards, and details on who will run what.

Two years.

Two years of planning-of waiting-of taking down the old guard and setting my men in place to run the business for me.

Now...it all comes down to these last few details.

And two days for the whole op to complete.Taking over the France gang isn't easy. The most hardest battle i have been through.Photographs.Names.Detailed plans.Everything I need to take control of one the most ruthless mafias in a first-world country.

"And in two days... everything's ours, Boss." He says "Gang's all set for a handover in two days. They're bringing everything to you. ID's, warehouse details, the whole nine."

I flip through the file, scanning the photos of weapons, drugs, and gang member mug shots.

"And the rats? Any whispers, or a double cross?"

He pulling up a file. "It's all sorted out. Every last one of their men-from warehouses to street thugs-will be working for us."

"Did you double check everyone?" I ask.

Minho nods fast. "Yes, Boss. Josh, Mark, Louis went one week ago-when you were buried in court with that case. They cleared every name. Cross-referenced loyalty, records, even family ties. checked every name, every file. Crossed them with our database three times. No loose ends."

I keep scrolling-the screen glowing across my face.

Warehouses: fortified, coastal access secured.Weapons licenses? Not forged-legal. Under French arms registry.High-tier connections already folded into our network.

They did good.Better than good.

I hum- as I scroll through the photos of warehouses: white marble floors, armed guards at each gate, crates stamped with French customs seals already cleared.

Weapons licenses? Approved.Distribution routes? Locked.And their men... disciplined. Trained like soldiers.

Not street trash like in Naples or Moscow-these were professionals.

I lean back slowly- tapping the edge of the desk- Maybe this time... I'll take the root under the France underworld.

Not just control it.

But become it.

Build a throne beneath Paris in silence-while diplomats toast and politicians sleep-

And when they wake?

They'll find my shadow stretching across every port,every deal, every whispered negotiation in backroom bistros—-

"But Boss... something's fishy." He rasps, voice low, hesitant-

I look up slowly from the file-to him.

He clears his throat, glances at Wooshik-who's finished the entire box like he's never seen sugar before and now licking the last sugar from the bottom of the candy box like a fool.

Minho turns back to me.

"Your uncle... Mr. Park..."

I clench my jaw. Of course. Him."What did he do now?"

"He's...taking a real interest in the project."

"Interest? Since when does that bastard care about anything outside his golf club and offshore accounts?"

He gulps "He called Louis three times last week, Asked for access to the France files under 'family oversight.' Said he didn't want you 'overextending' into Europe without proper guidance."

A beat.

Then another.

I slowly set down my pen. Guidance?

I scoff-

Wooshik finally stop chewing and look up with wide eyes.

"That man let our family bleed for years after my Father died... He bowed to every politician with cash-he sold half our territory just to keep his villa safe...And now? Now he wants to guide me?"

I take a drag-slow, deep. The air in the room seems to go still in the silence. I set the cigarette on table. And turn at him, "How?"

Wooshik is now eating the candy wrappings too-

Minho nods - scrolls through his iPad, bringing up photos, reports, financial statements.

"Last week he visited France-and some of our men saw his bodyguards around one our territories." Park's face-still that same smug smile that makes me want to break his nose-and there he is...at my Busan warehouse, talking to my best men, flanked by his bodyguards.

Minho scrolls down "Last month he had a sudden increase in money from an unknown source...he was also seen at our every warehouses asking questions about your France mission"

I take a drag—staring at the screen, then exhale hard. How? How does that old bastard still have the balls to meddle in our business?

"Boss, he's been visiting our Busan warehouse frequently-asking about my France mission like a schoolboy trying to copy an answer sheet."

I stare down at the screen-Park's face glares back: wrinkled, ugly, full of greed. If he wasn't my father's related, I would've killed him long ago.

I take a deep drag, smoke curling from my lips in a thin stream. "Keep an eye on him and-"

"Ugghhh..." A groan.

I turn- Wooshik's on the couch wincing, holding his stomach, rolling from side to side on the sofa.

"What happened to you?" Minho asks.

"My— ugh-my stomach hurts," he grumbles, looking at us pitifully.

I turn scroll down the screen.

"Then who tf told you to devour all the sweets in one go. Bloody idiot" Minho snaps.

He whimpers- "I just... wanted to encourage Boss..."

I pause-glance back at him. "...Encourage me on what?"

"Ughh-" Wooshik grunts, curled on the couch now, clutching his stomach like he's been shot. Pale. Sweating. "For... for having more children..."

Silence falls.

Minho snorts. tries not to laugh.

I turn back at the screen. Idiot.

Every now and then, he lets out a soft groan and mutters under his breath,"I'm gonna be sick... no more sweet boxes..."

Minho laughs "You ate all that sugar, what did you think it gonna happen? Rainbow would explode from your ass?"

Wooshik moans,  "Ughh... I... I thought-I could-ugh-"

"This is why you don't eat all the sweets in one go."

"Ugh-" Wooshik groans loudly- "Boss, you... you popped fast... like-how many times did you do to get her pregnant this quick?"

"Shut up, idiot!" Minho snaps toward him "You really gonna ask that?"

Wooshik clutches his stomach harder. "No no-I'm just saying-he was all cold and scary before-and now bam! Baby number two on the way? Man's got stamina and strategy."

I can't look up from the screen—eyes locked on Park's financial trails.

"Man, shut up!" Minho snaps, annoyed, "You think the Boss needs help knocking her up? Look at him-"

Wooshik groans louder-"But-but she was just his lawyer... then forced wife... now baby momma in like two seconds..."

"Shut up woo" Minho hisses "It's JEON. You really think fate waits when he decides he wants something?"

"Ughhh, Holy shit-"

"Don't you dare throw up in this office, you idiot," he scolds.

Wooshik groans "How the hell does.. Boss did it so fast? and now I'm-ughhh!!"

"Probably because he's not a moron"

Wooshik grunts. "S-she's so damn fertile-"

I can feel a vein pop in my forehead. Damn Wooshik and his mouth.I don't glance up-just exhale a slow stream of smoke from the corner of my lips, eyes locked on the screen.

"Woo, get up and go to the toilet-"

"Man... Boss must've knocked her up the second he got her alone-like bam-pregnant in record time,"

Minho snorts. "You really think it's that simple?"

"No-" Wooshik whines, still clutching his stomach like the sugar betrayed him. "Boss is scary but... somehow she's scarier when mad."

"Exactly!" Minho shoots back.

"Ugh- How the hell his thing is still working at this age?"

I grit my teeth.

Minho groans "He's got a kid already-so it's obviously still working."

Wooshik' groaning dramatically- "Nah... I felt it from the start- That cursed Jeon bloodline cock-it doesn't miss! Spits out babies like bullets-"

"Hey, shut up, you don't say that about the Boss."

"But its true-"

"Get up. Go throw up."

I can't look away from the screen.

Just take another drag.Ash burns slow at the tip of my cigarette. Park's name glowing red on the screen.

One battle will end in France and-I freeze-

France. In two days.

Two days of meetings, strategizing, finalizing plans with my men.

But her?

I have to leave her here?

Heart kick like a caged animal.

Here?Alone?With my Lucas... and my unborn child.

No.

Not here.

Not in this house full of shadows, servants with eyes too wide, doors that creak with secrets. Not while Park's sniffing around like a starving dog. Not while the walls whisper betrayal.

But i can't take her to France-not yet.France is dangerous enough in normal times. She's fragile. Risk is too high.

Fingers tighten around the pen-crack-the ink bleeds across the paper like bloodstain birth certificates and war plans alike-

Wooshik groans from the couch again-"Boss...you look like you're about to murder someone..."

I cant respond, Who will watch her?

Jisun?Too green.Minho?Loyal... but soft when it comes to women.And also Lucas? He needs routine. Stability. His first steps will be on these floors-he can't be torn away now...

I exhale-stand abruptly, walk toward the window overlooking estate: manicured gardens, black cars idling, guards patrolling every gate.

"I want new rules for her" i say.

"Ugh- What rules, boss?"

"The moment she wakes:No one enters without clearance from me.Every meal tasted first.Her phone tracked at all times.Lucas never leaves her side-not even for a minute-and anyone who tries gets buried in cement boots at sea level high tide"

I turn at them, they looking at me like im insane.

"I want cameras. More cameras" I say

Silence falls behind me.

"C-cameras?" Minho blinks "On her?"

"Every room she steps—bedroom, bath, kitchen-all fed straight to my watch. If she so much as frowns too long... I want to know why."

Wooshik croaks weakly from couch still clutching stomach. "You really gonna spy on your own wife?"

My jaw clenches hard-This isn't about trust. This is about survival. I turn.She's carrying my heir.She means more than territory or power or fear itself-

Cause Dons doesn't just make children...

They makes heirs.

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