Assassin X Mafia (A Kim Namjoon mafia ff)

8

As I got closer, the muffled cry got louder. I called for Namjoon again. The cry followed. I made it to the perimeter of the location. It looked like an abandoned housing complex. There were several buildings surrounding it. It was so run down, weeds scaled the walls. It gave whoever was here the perfect advantage. 

I tiptoed around the place, making note of all vantage points. I held my dagger at my side and proceeded with caution. I whispered for Namjoon. There was another muffled cry. I followed the sound to a room. Hiding behind some big pieces of debris, I counted four guards. Thyme's men. I put the dagger away and pulled out my gun. I twisted on a silencer and quickly took out the men, going inside the room. 

There, in the middle of the room was Namjoon, tied and bound to the chair he was sitting on. I walked closer to him. His head hung so he didn't see me approaching. 

Click!

The safety of a gun clicked off right behind me. I closed my eyes, annoyed for being careless. I was too focused on finding and getting Namjoon out. I turned around, grabbing the gun in their hand, moving out of the way as they fired a round. Using my back leg, I kicked them in the chest and tried to free the gun from their hands. They were strong but that didn't stop me. With a free hand, I grabbed my dagger and slit his wrist. This caused him to let go of the gun into my possession. I held it to his head. 

Without hesitation, I looked them straight in the eyes and pulled the trigger. The sound echoed as they fell backwards on the ground with a big bloody hole in their head. I unloaded the gun and tossed the clip and gun in two different sides. 

I turned around and ran to Namjoon. I slid in front of him, facing him. His hung face was bloodied and bludgeoned. He had a busted lip and a swollen eye. Down his shirt where buttons were removed, I could see electrical burns. Burns down the center of his chest. I unbuttoned the rest to see other damages. There was a big purple and blue bruise on the left side of his body. His ribs must have been broken. Thyme had him for a short amount of time before I found him, but they took their time in torturing him. I lifted Namjoon's head and tried to wake him. He was still breathing. I knew he had been through something like this a few times in the past, but this was the first time, I saw it up close. 

Namjoon startled waking up. He shuddered, seeing me in front of him. 

"Joonie it's me." I whispered. I cut the ropes around his hands and legs and helped him up. He could barely walk, and I could barely carry him. With much difficulty, we walked to the jeep parked out front. By the time we drove back to the Aku house, Namjoon would be dead. I contemplated for a second and put the car in drive and drove across the boarder into Capote territory. 

Right away, we were stopped by boarder patrol. I told them the situation and they let us proceed. I went straight to the hospital where Namjoon was immediately admitted. Using the phone at the nurse's station I called Jungkook who then conferenced the rest of the boys. I told them what had happened. 

"Where are you right now?" Taehyung asked. 

"Capote General Hospital." I answered. 

"Why are you in Capote territory? If they know you're from Aku they will kill you both!" Jimin exclaimed. 

The Capote's and the Aku's lived their separate lives not interfering in the other's. They had an agreement that as long as people stayed in their respective territories, no harm would come. They didn't hate each other, but respected. In order to keep that respect, they set up rules. Some did live under the radar in either territory but as long as they didn't cause trouble, no one did anything about it. 

But an Aku assassin and a Bravia in Capote territory brought a lot of attention. Not the good kind. At the moment I didn't care about it. My first priority was Namjoon. 

"Jiminaah, by the time we got to Aku Hospital, Namjoon would have been dead. C-G-H was the closest. I made a choice. Once he recovers, we will be back." I sighed. I prayed Namjoon would be okay. 

After I hung up, I sat on the chair in the waiting room. The doctors were prepping for surgery. I wanted to be out there looking for Thyme and making him pay, but as a wife, it was my duty to stay here, by his side. 

I texted Jungkook on what to do and left him in charge. I told him to contact me only in emergencies. Namjoon was my top priority and my only priority. 

When the doctors wheeled Namjoon in his bed out to the operating theatre, I followed them. If he didn't have security protection him, it was up to me to make sure no one got to him. Being vulnerable in the hospital made him an easy target. Once he was in surgery and the procedure began, I slipped into the bathroom and washed the blood off myself. I cleaned my daggers from blood and washed my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror. Part of me wanted to cry for my husband. Cry from the pain of losing him. Cry for the torture he went through. But the other part of me was too angry. I wanted Thyme to pay even more than before. He went too far when he killed half of my family and the other citizens but he crossed a line of morals when he went after the Bravia leader. When I exited, I stood next to the operating room, keeping an eye out for Thyme's men and Capote's.