BASHing Trinity novel Chapter 20

(*) Flashback

BASH

When the captain announces that we're departing soon, I finally able to breathe, but my heart is still crashing inside me. I can't believe Trinity left me behind.

Trinity is always impulsive. I just wish she confronted me first before she decided drastically. I thought last night was perfect—beyond imaginable, and I thought, I've proven something to her. Clearly, her anger took over her.

It was my fault, I admit it. I shouldn't have decided it by myself, but I was just thinking about her. It may sound selfish, but I really did it for her own good.

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"For fuck sake, Bash! Calm down! It's not the end of the world, and we can still find her. I'll find her." Edmund's angry tone makes me angrier.

The hanok completely wrecked. Alex will kick my ass, but I don't have time to think about his rant right now, and I will deal with it later to fix my mess.

I've never been angrier in my entire life than today, even when I found out she was not coming with me to study abroad.

"How? Tell me, Edmund? Does she even want to be found? Does she know anyone in this country?" I yell back out of frustration, and I feel so helpless.

"She went to the airport, Bash. She's a smart woman to wander around."

"I know, she is," I mutter under my breath.

"What really happened between you two, Bash? You never contacted me. So, I thought everything went well," he asks with a fatherly tone.

I glare at him. "Why would I tell you, you nosy buffer?"

"Because I wanna help, dumbass!"

"Stop! Stop making me angrier than I already am, Edmund!" I yell again, but this former Marine corps never budges and not even flinch.

"I can see that," he says coolly with a smirk on his face.

I didn't answer again because I know I screwed up. So fucking screwed!

He helps me pack my things up silently. Actually, he does most of it. I can't even think and see straight.

"Call someone to fix these up." I finally talk and gesture to the wreck I made earlier.

"Worry about these later, Bash. Just relax, and take it easy."

My head snaps. "Relax? How can I fucking relax when I don't know where Trinity is? She doesn't speak Hangul, and what if she will trust someone, then they're going to hurt her? For fuck sake, how can I even breathe when I know she's not safe?" I want to cry out loud. I shake my head and lean my back against the wall. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to take deep breaths.

There is nothing left sane in me. I stomp out of the hanok towards the black sedan. I look at the place one last time. This should've been the best place for us. We made one of our best memories in here.

"She took the car, and I'm sure she drove all the way to the airport."

I nod at Edmund as I carry my things.

"Just a piece of advice, Bash."

"I don't need any!" I snap.

He chuckles. Seriously, this man is making me more insane than Trinity did. "Fine, we got chartered jet, but I don't feel that thing will fly us back safe. They're older than my grandma."

Wow! And he can even joke around. Unbelievable.

"Find us anything, Edmund. Contact somebody, even a cargo or a fighter jet. I don't fucking care!" I say through gritted teeth.

"I think that's your job, young man. Since you don't have an assistant, I think you should do it by yourself." He snorts.

I narrow my eyes at him. He starts the ignition of the car. "You're unbelievable!"

"And you are unbelievable!" he responds after pulling away from the curb. "Bash, don't worry, she's in the airport taking a flight to Boston."

My head turns quickly to his side. "And you fucking know about it all this time?"

He raises his brow. "Oh, yeah?" Edmund replies, waggling his brows to annoy me.

I should have hired a more serious driver and a bodyguard. I don't even need one actually, but Dad is Dad. He's always been paranoid when it comes to our safety. An overprotective father is an understatement.

"I contacted the agency and boom! Her fight departed hours ago, and you might still be snoring when she left."

I woke up almost midday.

That's how I slept soundly after our amazing sex last night. We can't just keep our hands off of each other, and that was one of the best nights I've ever had.

My shoulders sag and say in dismay, "She'll go to her parents."

"You should learn to respect women's feelings, Bash."

"Do you think I don't respect Trinity?" I ask in disbelief.

"You do respect her, but I doubt if you ever consider her feelings."