I have betrayed you. Please don’t forgive me I’ll do it again

 

He grabbed his hand and pulled him with one wrench so that the pistol barrel rested against his brow. Looking into the rabid eyes of a loved one, he said only one word: “Shoot!”
No, he didn’t need pity. Only not from him. And those tears in the eyes are not his. Clark Lee never cries. A crooked smile appeared on his lips when, with a kick, he sent into the darkness so inappropriately the awakened Ah Ting.
Ma Ke took the gun away from his head a little and pulled the trigger.

Ah Ting ssince childhood did not know parental love. His father was an alcoholic and beat his wife. A woman transferred her hatred for her husband to her son. The only close person for Ah Ting was his classmate Ma Ke.
When Ma Ke’s father was able to find a good job, his family moved to another city. Ah Ting was left all alone. He cut off all feelings and 15 years later became Clark Lee is the head of the most influential mafia group in the port city.
The police tried many times to inject their agent into a young, but influential mafia clan, but each attempt was unsuccessful.
Ma Ke and Zhou Chao are best friends from high school. Together they graduated from the Police Academy and asked to be sent to one police station.
For a long time, their relationship did not cross the brink of friendship. At the prom, Ma Ke drank a lot and admitted Zhou Chao that he liked him much more than friend. Zhou Chao a very ambitious young man and wanted to quickly climb the career ladder. A relationship with a man would be a big problem for him, but he could not reject Ma Ke’s feelings either.
When graduates of the Police Academy arrived at their destination at the police station their relationship was balanced on the edge. Friends plunged into the study of theof the Black Dragon Lee’s Gang.
– It does not happen that a person does not have weaknesses! This Clark Lee definitely has its weak point! “Zhou repeated it so often that Ma Ke didn’t even comment on a friend’s words. If a mysterious mafia boss had weaknesses, no one has yet managed to find them.
Clark Lee was virtually invulnerable. Cold in feelings, calculating, cruel and very careful. This man did not change the environment, did not maintain long-term close relationships with women, preferring brief connections with elite prostitutes from brothels under his control. The idea of ​​looking for the weak points of Clark Lee in his childhood and youth came to mind Ma Ke.
Today they finally got the data from the police archive. Zhou was the first to look in the thin folder and looked disappointed.
“Nothing useful! Mother alcoholic. Father killed in a drunken brawl. And even his name is fake. Pathetic bastard!”
An old black and white photo fell out of the folder. Ma Ke finished his coffee and reached for a snapshot. He glanced at him before returning Zhou. And stopped, staring at the photo.
“This is a photo from an elementary school album. He did not finish high school. Ma Ke, what are you doing?” Only now Zhou noticed that something was wrong with his friend. His face became whiter than a sheet of paper. Eyes stared at the boy in the photo. Fingers almost gently circled the face. Again and again.
“Ma Ke, do you know him?
“Ah Ting …” Zhou could hardly make out what exactly Ma Ke’s lips repeated without sound.
“That’s right. This is the real name of the bastard. So you know him?”
Ma Ke nodded.
“This is my … In childhood we were friends …”

 Race without rules is a race for survival. Sport is not for the faint of heart. This is the smell of rubber, the whistle of brakes, beautiful motorcycles and girls. Someone alone will take the prize fund, but it is unlikely that they all gathered here for money. For such as Ma Ke is a religion. The worship of speed, motor and adrenaline. Zhou never understood his friend’s hobby and Ma Ke hid his participation in such competitions. But it was precisely this dangerous hobby that allowed them to come close to Clark Lee.
About a hundred sports motorbikes lit headlights gray asphalt. All the new racers drove up. Someone signaled, someone showing Ma Ke that the next time he would definitely pay for today’s victory, someone on the contrary expressed his approval. Several bikers came to personally congratulate the winner, but Ma Ke ignored them. Now he was interested only in one person. The man who came to the finish line second.
Never before has a victory been so hard. The gap at the finish line was half a meter and Ma Ke thought he was just very lucky. He knew the track better. The driving style of this stranger was completely crazy, bordering on insanity. Several times, Ma Ke had to apply all her skills in order not to fly out of the track.
Now this madman just stood in front of Ma Ke and as if he was waiting for something. He did not get off the motorcycle and did not take off the darkened helmet. Ma Ke looked at him and his heart quickened his pace. Because he was almost certain that this was the man whom he had been waiting for so long …
“Ma Ke, again you beat everyone, you son of a bitch!” – the organizer of today’s arrival with a prize has approached. “If this goes on, I have to pay you so that you do not go on the track!”
Ma Ke took the money and casually put it in his belt bag.
“Bay Lo, are you flattering or threatening me?” He grinned.
“Why do you immediately get into a fight, Ke? I worry about your!” Bai Lo slightly leaned over and whispered. “Leave the city for a couple of months, otherwise problems cannot be avoided…” Нe glanced at the opponent Ma Ke on the last words.
Ma Ke also looked at the mysterious man. Pushing Bay Lo away he covered the three meters separating them with a loose step. Slightly bent he stretched out his hand and smiled.
“Nice to meet you, Ma Ke”
 Bay Lo shook his head and hurried away. If this madman does not want to live, why bother him?
 Race without rules is a race for survival. Sport is not for the faint of heart. This is the smell of rubber, the whistle of brakes, beautiful motorcycles and girls. Someone alone will take the prize fund, but it is unlikely that they all gathered here for money. For such as Ma Ke is a religion. The worship of speed, motor and adrenaline. Zhou never understood his friend’s hobby and Ma Ke hid his participation in such competitions. But it was precisely this dangerous hobby that allowed them to come close to Clark Lee. About a hundred sports motorbikes lit headlights gray asphalt. All the new racers drove up. Someone signaled, someone showing Ma Ke that the next time he would definitely pay for today’s victory, someone on the contrary expressed his approval. Several bikers came to personally congratulate the winner, but Ma Ke ignored them. Now he was interested only in one person. The man who came to the finish line second.
Never before has a victory been so hard. The gap at the finish line was half a meter and Ma Ke thought he was just very lucky. He knew the track better. The driving style of this stranger was completely crazy, bordering on insanity. Several times, Ma Ke had to apply all her skills in order not to fly out of the track.
Now this madman just stood in front of Ma Ke and as if he was waiting for something. He did not get off the motorcycle and did not take off the darkened helmet. Ma Ke looked at him and his heart quickened his pace. Because he was almost certain that this was the man whom he had been waiting for so long …
“Ma Ke, again you beat everyone, you son of a bitch!” – the organizer of today’s arrival with a prize has approached. “If this goes on, I have to pay you so that you do not go on the track!”
Ma Ke took the money and casually put it in his belt bag.
“Bay Lo, are you flattering or threatening me?” He grinned.
“Why do you immediately get into a fight, Ke? I worry about your!” Bai Lo slightly leaned over and whispered. “Leave the city for a couple of months, otherwise problems cannot be avoided…” Нe glanced at the opponent Ma Ke on the last words.
Ma Ke also looked at the mysterious man. Pushing Bay Lo away he covered the three meters separating them with a loose step. Slightly bent he stretched out his hand and smiled.
“Nice to meet you, Ma Ke”.
   Bay Lo shook his head and hurried away. If this madman does not want to live, why bother him?
Ma Ke waited for a few seconds. No reaction. He already wanted to remove his hand when the biker finally took off his helmet. Clark Lee was looking at him. Ma Ke was once again surprised at how greatly changed his childhood friend. Why the simple slum boy now looked so cold and arrogant. Ma Ke who himself was from a rich family felt like mud under his nails.
However, it is time for his long-awaited actor debut. Ma Ke depicted joyful amazement on his face and laid a hand on Lee’s shoulder:
“Ah Ting?”
The body under his arm was like a stone. Solid and motionless. But when he called his childish name did it seem that this wall faltered? For a moment, Ma Ke thought that a shadow of emotion flashed across lifeless mask-face. But perhaps it just seemed to him. They were blinded by the headlights of one of the departing motorcycles … When Ma Ke was able to see clearly again, he was confronted with the completely lifeless gaze of Clark Lee. And pulled back his hand.
“Is that you? … Ah Ting?” repeated Ma Ke less confidently. This man is it was not Ah Ting. Ah Ting would never look at him as if he wanted to crush him like an annoying bug.
“It seems I misjudged …” Ma Ke raised his hands in a reconciling gesture and laughed nervously.
“Ma Ke …” Clark Lee nodded and put on his helmet again. The engine roared. Ma Ke remained standing on a deserted road. He absolutely did not understand what to think and do now.

 

After such a failure, it remained only to close the operation. Ma Ke had to linger in order to hire a manager for his store.
At night, unknown people in masks burst into Ma Ke’s apartment. He did not hear how they opened the lock, did not even have time to wake up, as he was already twisted, his mouth was taped with scotch and his eyes were blindfolded with a tight bandage. Everything happened in complete silence. Ma Ke moaned in protest when he was dragged to the exit in his pajamas and barefoot. He managed to hit one of the attackers in the knee. Man exhaled, but did not scream. He felt a shot in the vein. Everything swam before my eyes. The warm wave was born in the abdomen and rapidly covered it completely. The body has become like jelly. Any desire to resist is lost. He simply swam in this blissful languor without thoughts and feelings.
Everything further happened as if with another person or rag doll. When he was dragged down the stairs sometimes his bare feet touched the cold floor. Then Ma Ke was thrown into a car parked at the entrance. It smelled of leather and good tobacco. Then Ma Ke turned off and woke up only when he was dragged off somewhere again. When the bandage was removed from his eyes, he saw that he was brought to a very respectable and rich house.
Two burly mens rather unceremoniously threw him onto a gigantic-sized bed. Bowing to someone they hurried out. After the third attempt, Ma Ke managed to turn her head. A few meters from the bed in a chair sat Clark Lee. He slowly smoked a cigar without taking his eyes off Ma Ke. So look at a predator on your prey before you rush and gnaw through your throat. Even the drug-drenched brain reacted to this view unambiguously, giving a signal: “Run!” Ma Ke tried to slide off the bed.
“Already leaving, Ma Ke?”
He froze listening to the heavy steps behind him. The bed sagged under the second body. Clark, with one jerk, returned Ma Ke back and crushed him to the bed. Black eyes blazed with mad malice. It Ah Ting? Could this madman be his best friend as a child or did he and Zhou confuse something?
“What do you want?” groaned Ma Ke, trying to escape from capture. But Clark only increased the pressure. Suppressing resistance he grabbed the prisoner’s wrists and tied them with a belt. “Stop it! Ahhhh !!” Ma Ke screamed when the belt tightened. And immediately he received a blow on the face of such strength that for a few moments he lost his orientation in space.
Everything further happened in complete silence interrupted only by convulsive breathing and moans. Clark acted like a hungry beast that grabbed a piece of raw meat. He quickly ripped pajamas and underwear. Ma Ke felt Clark’s fingers intrude into his anus unceremoniously and he began to squirm. The second hand, Clark again gave him a slap in the face and then squeezed his throat. It became nothing to breathe. Ma Ke gasped for air. He seemed to be slowly dying of lack of oxygen and rending pain when Clark took from him what he wanted to give only to Zhou Chao. Waves of pain rolled in a scarlet surf and he swam along them, soaring and falling again and again. When this torture ended, Ma Ke just drifted in the heat of someone else’s embrace. And then he was covered again: a black squall, dazzling suffering, burning eyes of the beast tearing at his body and killing his soul.
In the morning, Ma Ke had difficulty recovering. Clark Lee was gone. Silent servants brought him clean home clothes a few sizes larger, helped him wash, served breakfast. A doctor came and examined his wounds, even about which Ma Ke would like to forget. The doctor gave him an anesthetic injection and left. The servant brought prescribed ointments and medicines. Ma Ke did not argue obediently accepting everything he was given.

Any of his wishes in this house was fulfilled instantly. Only he could not get out of here. Ma Ke barely moved around Lee’s bedroom and could not escape even if all the doors opened before him.
Clark returned already in the next morning, when exhausted Ma Ke fell asleep on the bed. He burst into the room like a hurricane. Still staying in the grip of sleep Ma Ke barely opened his eyelids and looked at Clark.
“What do you want?” – He repeated the question of the previous night, slowly crawling away from this non-human.
“You know …” Again, the black pupils seemed to fill the entire iris and the beast prepared to jump. “Today I will give you a choice.” The deep voice of Clark sounded almost affectionately, unpleasantly contrasting with a predatory grin and a hungry gleam of eyes. “Can you be with me voluntarily or … or … did you like doing it under heroin, Ma Ke?” The way he uttered his name caused a wave of uncontrollable shiver in Ma Ke.
“Don’t …” He gasped out as he struggled with panic. Ma Ke did not want to be a drug addict. His goal was to destroy this bastard and his gang. To do this, it was necessary to get closer to Clark Lee. And where is closer?
“Voluntarily. I will not resist.” The voice slightly faltered.
“Resist?” Clark grinned even more. – “I don’t need a log in bed …”
Ma Ke forced himself to nod submissively to accept the condition.
“But I do not know … I do not know how … how …”
“The main thing in sex is a sincere desire …” The grin has become condescending. Lee unzipped his fly and freeing the already erect dick. “You have to try hard” He put his finger in his mouth, showing what he was waiting for Ma Ke …

It is possible that the previous night quenched the bulk of Clark’s desire, but apart from the inept blowjob nothing was required of him. In the morning, Clark forced Ma Ke to repeat the “lesson” but this time to swallow all the sperm.
Ma Ke rolled up on the bed and watched Lee dress and dreamed only that this reptile would rather go away and he could vomit in the toilet. Before leaving the room, Clark firmly grabbed his chin, tilting his head to the crunch. Black eyes, like hot coals, burned and Ma Ke forgot about nausea.
“Most of all I hate lies! I will always be honest with you. And you … don’t even try to lie to me” He rudely pushed Ma Ke and went out.
Then Ma Ke did not realize that “honest” in the understanding of Clark Lee goes far beyond universal morality. In the future, any Ma Ke choice faced with this “honest” has always been erroneous.

“If you do not forgive me, I will kill your family, I will kill your friends, I will kill you and Ah Ting will die too. You are mine and you will forgive me. If you do not forgive me, I will kill …”

A thin japanese man named Kin appeared in room as soon as Clark left. He neatly laid out clothes on the bed. Ma Ke recognized his things that should have been hanging from his home in his wardrobe. How could he forget? His apartment was hacked … and himself too …. Ma Ke nervously laughed. The tension of two days began to let go. The nausea was almost gone and the pain also subsided.
Half an hour later, Kin sat him in a taxi.
Before slamming the door, the Japanese said with a mechanical voice of the answering machine:
“Do not leave the city. You will be found.”
Ma Ke looked from the taxi window at the mansion in which he spent these truly unforgettable two days and felt only emptiness inside.
At home, he first took a shower. Furiously tearing off his skin, Ma Ke wanted to cleanse himself of the dirt into which he so carelessly fell.
They came after him three days later to his shop. Seeing familiar faces, he himself stepped towards them.
And again everything repeated: the leather interior of the car, a mansion hidden from the eyes of the inhabitants by high walls, hard sex, a taxi and a hot shower that could not cleanse the soul, washing only the tormented body.

 

After five months of regular meetings, Ma Ke still also remained only a Clark Lee sex toy. For all this time, this men did not deign a lover and a hundred words. He just used him “by purpose”, although in bed Lee was now even affectionate and cared about satisfying not only himself needs. But this was completely inadequate for Ma Ke.
Relationship with Zhou Chao underwent a crisis. Direct accusations never came out, but Ma Ke felt his friend was angry. In fact, Zhou thought that Ma Ke was satisfied with this hanging situation and he did not want to do anything against Ah Ting. To some extent, Ma Ke himself was guilty of such an attitude. To spare the feelings of a friend, he convinced Zhou that he himself initiated sexual contact with Clark and their sex was by mutual desire. And there was no drugs, no abduction and no violence …
Zhou was reproached by Ma Ke for their every meeting. Sex was not originally the right way to enter the gang. Considering the zero result of such “joining the gang,” Zhou Chao was increasingly losing confidence in his friend and his methods. Zhou demanded that Ma Ke stop “seducing” Clark Lee and return to work in the police department. The unsuccessful “mole” only smiled guiltily and promised that he would soon find a way to “dig up” compromising evidence against Clark.
Ma Ke could not admit that now he could not get away from the role imposed on him. Looking back, he only bitterly laughed at his naivety and idealism. If time could be reversed, Ma Ke would never get involved in this adventure. But now he had no chance to get off while Clark Lee was free and was interested in Ma Ke. Any attempt to get out could be fatal not only for him but also for people close to him.
Although his meetings with Clark were not frequent Ma Ke quickly realized that Clark Lee was very jealous. During their private dates, no one was allowed to enter the owner’s private chambers and see naked Ma Ke. One day, Ma Ke jokingly left the guest rooms in one towel. Lee half to death beat the servant, who saw his lover in inappropriate form.
Clark warned several times his that he should be the only lover for Ma Ke. Although he did not deny that he himself did not keep him faithful. Lee could have been gone for weeks, but Ma Ke had to go where he was ordered on the first call. It was also the “honesty” of Clark Lee.
One day, Clark said that if Ma Ke is not satisfied with something, he can break their connection at any time. But Ma Ke knew that these were only words and if tomorrow he had the stupidity of deciding to escape, then everything would end up waking up in chains in the basement of Clark’s house. And this illusion of freedom and choice that Lee left him will be gone.
The only way out of this trap was to put Clark Lee in prison, but for that he needed to find a way to become part of Lee’s “business”.
Therefore, Ma Ke did not come up with anything more clever than provoking a lover.
Earlier, the police managed to inject their man into the service personnel of one of the most popular nightclubs in the city owned by Clark. In the “Black Orchid”, Lee often held business talks and just had fun with people from his gang. Having learned through Zhou Chao that Clark plans to meet with one of the “business” partners in the club, Ma Ke decided to force the event.
At the appointed time, Ma Ke appeared in “Black Orchid” in the company friends of bikers and gave a big show with mega-order, drunken fight and karaoke on the main stage in the company with girls which were usually preferred by the “big boss”. In the process of drinking, he even managed to make friends with several guys from the Lee’s gang. When attracted by the noise of Clark left the private zone, he discovered a very drunk Ma Ke who sang “a sad song about a broken heart dedicated to my heartless lover.” In the process, Ma Ke managed to hang on one of Clark’s girls and wink at one of Clark’s guys. But Lee didn’t get mad at Ma Ke. In recent weeks, he has been preparing for a large shipment of goods from Japan, and the cops have become too active. He did not have time to meet with her lover and Clark also ignored his calls on mobile. To a certain extent, he took the vindictive childish trick of his lover quite condescendingly and enjoyed watching Ma Ke relaxed in Lee’s club.
But all his indulgence melted away like smoke when Ma Ke tried to retire to one of the prostitutes …

 

Ma Ke wiped the whiskey down his face. He was so carried away by his game that at some point he decided to try his luck with one of Clark’s girls. He understood that it was a mistake when a glass almost hit his head and colliding with the door scattered into small pieces. Strong alcohol burned his eyes. Ma Ke wiped the blood from his split eyebrow and slowly turned around to meet Clark’s gaze. Lee looked dangerously relaxed and even contented.
The girl pressed herself into a niche and cried. Ma Ke felt guilty. It was not worth getting someone else into their sadistic games. Clark caught his eye and grinned terribly.
“Do you like?”
Ma Ke raised his brows sarcastically.
“Which answer is correct?”
In the eyes of Clark danced the very lights of the appearance of which Ma Ke was so afraid of. Clark grabbed the girl by the hand and pushed her into the room. When he turned to him, Ma Ke raised his hands and grinned:
“Okay, boss, I won’t interfere … Hey!” His unceremoniously pushed inside.
The room was divided into two zones with a curtain of black beads. In one part, the girls of Clark received guests, drank with them and listened to their drunken nonsense, the second part was intended specifically for the “cause”. It seems that today the room has not been used yet, since everything was perfectly clean and ready to receive customers.
Clark looked at the girl who continued to tremble but stopped crying.
“Today you will serve me on the red level.” He turned to Ma Ke. “As for you … Later you will repeat everything that she does. If you can’t, I will punish the teacher.”
Ma Ke swallowed a lump in his parched throat and nodded.
He thought he knew what hard sex was, but what Clark did with this girl went far beyond. She imitating pleasure: she moaned passionately when Clark wrapped her hair around her hand and without training put her hand into her anus. She silently cried when the whip left all new wounds on the white skin. Lee didn’t even take off his clothes during the entire execution. He only unbutton a pair of buttons on the shirt and cuffs.
As Ma Ke looked away, he heard Clark shout:
“Watch carefully! Or do you want me to finish with her it right now?”
Ma Ke obediently removed his hand from his face.
At some point, he caught himself feeling that his body began to react ambiguously to the spectacle, and Clark noticed this too.
“Do you like?” He repeated his question, unleashing a completely tormented woman.
“Yes, boss,” she whispered. Clark slapped her face and she fell at his feet not even trying to defend herself. “Did someone let you open your mouth?” He kicked her and left the sleeping area.
Ma Ke looked up at smiling Lee.
“Do you like?” – repeated Clark, buttoning the button on the shirt. Ma Ke understood what would happen if he refused now. Didn’t he provoke Clark himself? This girl has already paid enough for his mistake.
“Like… I want … I want you to punish me!” whispered Ma Ke.
If with a woman, Clark used toys and hands, then Ma Ke, in addition to the lash and belt, got all the power of his passion more like hatred. Clark beat him and fucked him. He fucked him as if he wanted to fuck his soul.
Looking at his handiwork a few hours later, Lee smiled with a most contented and peaceful look. So the farmer looks around the sowed field.
“You have done your best. I will not kill the maiden, but she will still punished for you.”
Ma Ke was silent. Even if he had the strength to say something, he would still not stand up for a prostitute. Just not to make it worse.
“As for you, Ma Ke, I warned you … And you deceived me again!”
Ma Ke looked surprised at Clark’s distorted face. What does it mean “again”?
In the room knocked and Kin entered. He looked anywhere, just not in the direction of the bed.
“Boss, our partners are starting to get nervous. They would like an answer.”
Clark nodded, regaining his lost composure. He straightened his clothes, approached Ma Ke, throwing his head back as he had done before. Hard, painful, as if wanting to break his neck or twist his jaw.
“If I see you again, I will kill you,” he said, then turned to Kin: “Throw him outside! Now!”
And quickly left the room.
Ma Ke picked himself up and tried to pull up the remnants of clothing scattered around the bed and the room. The upper leather clothing was hardly damaged, but you could forget about the underwear and the T-shirt. And jeans were in poor condition. Keen stopped him with a gesture.
“No need to hurry. I will call a taxi. After 15 minutes, be ready to leave”
Words of gratitude drowned in a completely indifferent look very similar to what Clark used to look at him when he wasn’t seething with anger. Ma Ke slammed the door of the taxi and closed his eyes, still not believing in his luck: Seems, I got out. If so, then it was worth it … And he passed out.

 

When Ma Ke announced that he had failed all their plans and Clark ordered him to get out of the city, Zhou Chao was even happy.
“Not everyone can be a field agent. Maybe it’s even better, and all this dirt will not touch you,” he said, and tapped his friend on the shoulder. Ma Ke frowned in pain as he grimaced behind a wry smile. If a Zhou knew how much he was already smeared with this “dirt” he would hardly have been so indulgent.
Zhou Chao wanted to arrange for Ma Ke to return to police work as soon as possible, but Ma Ke hurried to refuse.
“This story has worn me out. I’d rather go back to my hometown.”
“You don’t want to leave the police?” Zhou looked stunned and lost. “You are hiding something from me?
Ma Ke reluctantly nodded, voicing obvious things.
“Sorry, Zhou, but as long as Clark Lee is free I will not dare to return to the police”
Zhou nodded, acknowledging that he was right.
“You’re right, Ke. But … we were always together and because of this Clark now you distant from me”
“We are friends forever. You forgot?” grumbled Ma Ke.
Zhou gave him a serious look and nodded again.
“I will bury the bastard and we be together again as before. Do not forget to write and call me every day.”
Ma Ke smiled.
“I will not forget. You come for the weekend.”
They embraced. Zhou left.
Ma Ke neatly folded into the travel bag the most necessary. Even before the arrival of a friend, he went to the station and bought a ticket for the morning train. Last night in this city, which again turned his life. It is unlikely that he will be able to sleep.
Ma Ke brewed coffee and began to look through his notes. Nothing useful. He tore the notes one by one and burned them into an impressive ashtray, which appeared in his house after one of his visits Clark.
It was about two o’clock in the morning when he finished and threw the ashtray in the trash bin along with the ashes. Tomorrow the housekeeper will come and tidy up his bachelor housing. In a week someone else will live here. The store manager promised to find a good tenant.
Ma Ke, immersed in his thoughts, did not immediately realize that someone was trying to dial the code on the intercom again and again. He changed the combination of numbers as soon as he returned from the club. Although if Clark wants to send killers to him, it won’t save him.
The door shook from the impact, then again and again …
Ma Ke closed his eyes, soothing his heart pounding somewhere in his throat. He knew exactly who it was.
And despite this, as enchanted, he moved to the door and flung it open. Clark Lee was alone and he was very drunk. So drunk that it was worth the door swinging open as his body fell right onto Ma Ke.
Hanging on his former lover, Lee bent over Ma Ke’s ear and whispered:
“Forgive me …” – Ma Ke did not have time to answer something, as Clark continued … “Or I will kill you.”
Ma Ke sighed and dragged Clark into the living room, throwing him on the sofa. When he tried to leave, Lee grabbed his arm and made him sit down beside him. He caught Ma Ke’s glance and spoke clearly, as if he was not drunk:
“If you do not forgive me, I will kill your family, I will kill your friends, I will kill you and Ah Ting will die too. You are mine and you will forgive me. If you do not forgive me, I will kill …”
All night, Ma Ke sat to Lee. The hand is numb. But as soon as he tried to free himself, Clark began to repeat his “mantra” about killing everyone and everything if Ma Ke did not forgive him and would not be with him.
Only in the morning did Clark fall asleep so deeply that Ma Ke was able to free herself. The first thought was to run. The train departed in just two hours. He could still have time. But what next? It was naive to hope that Clark would not find him. And he “honestly” warned Ma Ke what would happen if he run away.
Ma Ke took several deep breaths, calming his breath. He quickly wrote in the messenger so that Zhou would not come to the railway station as the departure was postponed.
Then he went to the kitchen and got Clark’s ashtray out of the bin. He made coffee and roasted toast, as Clark loved with roasting. There was nothing in the refrigerator, but he did not dare go to the store. Who knows how Lee will react if he doesn’t find Ma Ke. He pulled a book from the bag out of his bag and prepared to wait for Clark to wake up. Less than a few minutes, Lee opened his eyes and slyly looked at Ma Ke. Ma Ke set the book aside.
After making sure that Clark was fully awake, Ma Ke got up from his chair and said:
“Breakfast and the keys to the apartment on the table.”
It sounded too cold anyway, but Ma Ke didn’t replay and headed for the door.
“You are trying to escape from me?” Clark beamed with a smile from which Ma Ke threw in a cold sweat. Looking into the cold studying eyes on a smiling face, he literally heard the words of warning from the “mantra”. Finally, Ma Ke shook off the stupor and reluctantly replied:
“I have to return the train ticket to the train station ticket office”
 He waited for Clark to forbid him, but he suddenly laughed and waved his hand:
“Go”
Already in the doorway him caught up:
“I myself will transport your belongings to my house.”
Ma Ke froze, turning his head slightly, nodded and ran away.

On the way, he drove home to Zhou Chao, because they needed to discuss a new plan of action.
A friend was not pleased with the new perspective and tried to dissuade him. Ma Ke had to remind him that this was their general plan. And even if Ma Ke wants to jump off, it’s unlikely Lee will let him get out of the game so easily.
He again kept silent about important “details,” such as Clark’s threats, trying to mitigate the situation as much as possible in Zhou’s eyes.
That’s just the more he tried to protect Zhou Chao, the more his friend was convinced that Ma Ke just liked to play field agent. “Or maybe Ma Ke is just looking for an excuse for herself to continue the relationship with Clark?” This thought was like poison, which slowly but surely poisoned their relationship, but Ma Ke didn’t even suspect it.

GIFS

 


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