Assassin X Mafia (A Kim Namjoon mafia ff)

24

I was taken to a house. It wasn't very big but it was beautiful. Very modern. There was the first floor where the kitchen and living room and entrance was and an upstairs for two bedrooms. It had three full bathrooms and a half bath. I always wanted a house like this. 

"You like?" Mr. Oberwall asked, walking over to me. 

I nodded. "It's perfect."

"Oh. Akira, it's all yours and Thyme's, of course." He smiled. "Thyme should be out of the shower soon. Make yourself comfortable."

I sat on the couch, watching Mr. Oberwall sit across from me. He cleared his throat and with a finger pointed to the floor. 

"You belong there. On the floor. You're not his wife yet. Play your part." Mr. Oberwall said. 

I sat on the floor, next to his feet. God, I just wanted out of here. 

"Father is that you?" Thyme skipped down the stairs. 

"In the living room. I got you something." Mr. Oberwall hollered. Thyme walked over. He saw me on the floor and smiled. 

"Akira..." He grinned. "Oh I have wanted you for years. And wow. Look at that. You're here." 

"Hi Thyme." I said unenthusiastically. 

"Has she been properly welcomed yet?" Thyme asked his father. He shook his head. 

"We just got here."

"Oh lovely. I get to have fun after all." Thyme smirked. He grabbed my hair and yanked me up on to my feet and dragged me to a room. Tossed me on the couch. 

I closed my eyes for a second, before opening them again. When I opened them, he had taken his shirt off. And my god. He was ripped. Not as big as Namjoon, but ripped. I found myself ogling him. He snapped his fingers, getting me out of a trance. 

"Like what you see?" He laughed. I nodded. I shouldn't. But help me. I am human. And he's smoking hot. 

"Strip." He ordered. I took off my shirt and my pants and stood in front of him in underwear. I had on a black thin lace bra and thong on. It was a surprise for Namjoon, but instead Thyme saw it. Fuck. He walked over and traced my scars with his hands. His cold hands made my nipples hard. He laughed. 

"You're already turned on by me. Wow." He squeezed my breasts. I slapped his face. 

"Paws off." I growled. He looked angry. It was not a pretty look on him. Namjoon, when he was angry, god it was sexy. Angry Namjoon was a Namjoon I could see every day. But this guy. Thyme. He just looks constipated. Someone put him out of his misery already. Good grief. 

"I can't have sex. And I can't give you kids. I'm sorry. Doctor's orders." I lied. I had to do something. Betraying Namjoon was the last thing I wanted. We promised to do better and even though it's a game of survival, I had a hand dealt to me and I was going to play it my way. 

"I don't care. You'll do what I want you to when I want you to. Or you die. Worse yet, your family dies." Thyme took no shit. 

"You going to cooperate?" Thyme grabbed my face. He slapped me. 

I looked down. This was pure survival. Namjoon would forgive me. 

Right?

"I'll cooperate." I mumbled. 

"Good." He pushed me on the couch. Ripped off my pants and shoved three of his fingers inside me, and started thrusting. He pulled off my bra and slapped my breasts. It hurt like hell. I closed my eyes to escape. I wanted to fight it. Fight him. I wanted to run away. Back to Namjoon's arms and never leave. I wanted to play games with Jungkook and dance with J-Hope and Taehyung and cuddle on the couch watching romcoms with Yoongi and play video games with Jin. 

Thyme sucked my breasts. 

"Oh baby." Thyme grinned. "I think you're ready for the real thing."

My eyes widened. I whimpered, not wanting him to. He laughed as if I had any opinion. Pulled my underwear off and shoved his entire length inside me. My back arched. A tear escaped my eye. 

"If you let loose, you'll enjoy it more. I'm your husband, baby. Don't you want to have sex with your husband?" 

"You. Are. Not. My. Husband." I clenched my jaw. 

He picked me up, straddling me. "I think you'd like this..." He leaned over me and pulled something from the nightstand. He dangled it above me to see. A vibrator. 

Namjoon slammed a fist into the wall. "We have to get her back. I can't imagine what she's going through."

"We will find her." Jin assured.

"When? What if it takes too long. What if she marries him. Akira's not going to last. Not after surgery." 

"Joon. She's an assassin. She can hold her own. You need to keep it together." Yoongi tried to slap some sense into him. "Keep your head on a swivel. Let's find her before she marries that jackass."

And they began searching. Jin on the monitors. The rest of them all hit the streets.

The vibrator slipped into me. He turned it on. I moaned. Fuck. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. As the vibrator worked, Thyme kept thrusting into me well until we both hit our highs. He let it all out inside me. I tried to push him off before it could happen but I was too late. 

"Wouldn't it be amazing if you got pregnant just after the first time?" Thyme kissed me. I pushed him away and slapped him. I took the vibrator out, turned it off and tossed it across the room. 

"When will you learn? I don't want anything to do with you, Thyme. Your father and my father made the deal. Not us. Things change. I fell in love. I married someone else. I won't marry you. I won't. I can't."

Thyme's demeanor changed. He seemed, calmer. He put on his clothes and handed me mine. I put my clothes on and sat next to him on the couch. 

"Why do you love him?" Thyme asked, softly. 

"Why?" I was taken aback. "Because he makes me feel safe. Anywhere with him is home. He grounds me. He embraced the dark side and didn't control any part of me. When I wanted to kill someone, he would let me. Of course, the person deserved it. When-" I couldn't continue, I got up and ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. Ah shit. 

Thyme texted his father something. Then he walked inside and held my hair, patting my back. 

What the hell? Why was he acting like this. It's all a tactic right. Asking me about my husband to know how to act around me. Of course I wouldn't tell him everything. But did Thyme actually have a conscience?

I threw up again. 

When I was done, Thyme flushed the toilet and wiped my mouth. 

"You okay?" 

I nodded. "Yeah. That was weird."

Thyme sighed. "Look, I've loved you since the day father told me I was to marry you. I found things to love about you and soon, I actually did fall in love with you. I've rejected every other girl. I want you. And no matter how long it takes, I will marry you."

There it is. The other shoe dropped.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and sat against the bathroom wall. "Thyme, you can try. But I'm sorry. It's 8 years of a relationship. I can't love you the way you want me to."

"Even if he betrays you? Will you still love him? Go back to him?" 

I nodded. "Yeah. Cause he came back to me."