Chapter 4 Getting Information

Olivia’s perspective.

I knew Kevin was a violent man. I was completely terrified as he pulled me closer, being the one on the receiving end of the terror he possessed. He retracted his foot, and trembling, I manage to get up and hold onto his waist.

I wasn’t expecting what happened next, he slaps me backwards with his backhand, and I once again fall onto the sofa. Luke, shocked by his raging anger, reaches out to intervene.

"Kevin, Olivia, she..." He doesn't finish his sentence as Kevin's icy and oppressive gaze shoots towards him.

Luke quickly changes his tone, "Miss Clark wouldn't dare deceive you."

Looking down on me in my miserable state, Kevin, except for the time he hung me from the light fixture, I have never cried so miserably before.

He becomes annoyed and pinches his brow, "Get dressed."

I grab my coat and wrap myself in it, following behind Kevin. He says to Luke, "Keep an eye on the warehouse. I don't care if Rowan is making deals. If he dares to mess with me, I won't make it easy on him."

We exit the Moon Club, and several bulletproof cars are parked below the stairs in a straight line. In the middles, a Mercedes, with an impressive license plate. It symbolized power, there was no one who would dare to stop it.

Luke took in the scene, and lowered his voice, "Rowan has deployed so much security. It seems that there are many forces secretly trying to get to him. We don't need to intervene. He doesn't have the intention to tamper with this shipment."

Kevin remains silent. With the alcohol's influence still lingering, he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his well-built and hot chest. As the cold wind blows, his bulging muscles contract. With one hand in his pocket, he covers my face, protecting me within his gray coat.

After a while, a dozen followers surround a man who walks out of the elevator. I recognize the leather jacket he's wearing. It's Rowan. He holds a silver lighter in his hand, casually flicking the cap with his thumb. The vibrant neon lights envelop his tall and slender figure. He is not what I imagined. He doesn’t have the fierce and rough appearance of a gang leader.

Instead, he appears resolute and handsome, with a high and straight nose. His short hair is neatly styled with gel, he is impeccably well turned out. His facial features are well-defined and profound, with a pair of sharp and composed eyes.

He stops on the steps, and in the darkness, his skin appears even paler, lacking any hint of color. He covers his mouth with his left hand to shield from the wind and lights a cigarette.

He leisurely smokes, exhaling calmly, until he suddenly turns around before boarding the car. He looks towards Kevin's direction, but neither of them make a move. One of his workers, who opens the car door, follows his gaze and sees Kevin.

He tentatively asks, "Rowan? Shall we go over?" Rowan doesn't say anything, extinguishes his cigarette, and gets into the car as it drives away.

When I thought about it, the chance meeting, there felt like there was more to the connection between the two of them. I would have to, privately, ask Sarah to investigate.

Sarah is skilled in social circles. It’s all down to the powerful backing she has. Her influence rivals that of Kevin's father.

Kevin hasn't shown up since that night. According to his secretary, he has been passionately involved with Miss Brown, the new addition. Anyway, he seems to be enjoying himself. I wait until the third day, but he still doesn't return.

Sarah, on the other hand, finally came through. She gives me an address, and tells me to go there, to speak with her in person. I didn't think much when I arrived. I thought Sarah was alone, so I pushed the door open.

A strong smell of perfume hit me. Sarah was sitting on a chair by the window, legs wide open, her underwear hooked around her ankles, and a man lying beneath her.

She had her hands tangled in his hair, a ferocious look on her face, and she was screaming, "Oh my, I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die!"

The man was really putting in effort. He had piercings on both sides of his tongue, the kind of stuff that drove Sarah crazy. Sarah's favorite pastime was playing with rent boys, especially the top-tier ones.

Shawn, known as the "Number One Rent Boy in The East Coast Region," had a tongue that was said to be twice as long as a regular person's and could rotate 180 degrees.

Sarah kept him as her long-term companion, but it was a secret affair. After all, if the person behind her knew, they would chop her into pieces.

Shawn took out a piece of ice from a cup and placed it against his teeth. Hot at the base of his tongue, cold from the ice cube - it was intoxicating. It didn't take long for Sarah to completely collapse, her lower body convulsing violently, and she was babbling incomprehensible gibberish.

I pretended not to see anything and slammed the door as I looked for a place to sit and have tea. Sarah rolled her eyes, her legs still wide, exposing how wet she was from Shawn's licking.

After a few seconds, she gasped for breath and asked me, "Would you like something to eat?"

I waved my hand in front of my nose and replied, "Don't you smell that stench? I can't eat."

She chuckled playfully, "You little slut, how could I be as promiscuous as you? I don't know your special skills."

Well, it really was a skill. Many women go through life without experiencing pleasure, so finding someone who can talk dirty is quite rare. I poured a glass of water for Sarah and asked her directly about the outcome.

She put on her pants and sat across from me. "Before, when the cops suspected that Rowan was a wanted criminal from New Jersey, involved in smuggling in The East Coast Region. They wanted to search his hideout, they got a search warrant from the prosecutor's office.”

“His subordinates were rampant, openly committing crimes, and even minor officials didn't dare to get involved. Later, the boss of the cop found Kevin and asked for his help. Without hesitation, he approved it, which is how this search warrant came into play. Rowan and Kevin clashed because of it."

No wonder Kevin almost killed me. So they were secretly working together, operating in both legal and illegal territories, and they couldn't stand each other.