Assassin X Mafia (A Kim Namjoon mafia ff)

25

A year went by. I was still hostage. Thyme found all sorts of ways to break me down. But I held up. I wanted to believe what he was saying wan't true. It couldn't be. 

"You'll have sex, money, power, and love with me. That's what you said to Mason right? When he asked you why your husband and not him. I can give you all of that."

"He doesn't love you. Your husband. You see, he's just using you. Using you for his gain. He made you satisfy those men remember, at the Founder's ball. What kind of husband does that? It's just gross. Has he sincerely told you he loved you? Has he given you anniversary gifts, or birthday gifts or told you happy birthday or happy anniversary? Or does all he want with you, sex?" 

Things Thyme was saying to me over and over. Told me Namjoon wasn't good enough for me. This version of me at least. The old one, the ruthless assassin, was perfect for that psycho. But I was too soft now. A bother for Namjoon. But Thyme would say he wasn't like that. He didn't use me as a sex piece. 

I would cry myself every night to sleep. I had to be forced to sleep in the same bed as Thyme. During the day, all business meetings that happened, Thyme would have me in the meeting. Allow me to share my ideas and inputs. He often consulted me on policies and new projects. And at night, we would have sex. Or watch a movie together. And then go to bed. I tried to stay strong. I went along with everything Thyme wanted. It was the only way I could survive. I didn't love him, no, but I did feel something. 

"Oh, hi baby." Thyme smiled as I hugged him from behind. 

"Hi." I kissed his neck. God I wanted to barf. 

Thyme moaned. "Baby, we have guests. I'm about to start a meeting."

"But... baby. I'm craving it." I whined. Thyme smirked. 

He pulled me in front of him and gave me a once-over. I had on booty shorts and a lace tube top. Thyme's favorite outfit. He smirked and grabbed my ass. I smiled, kissing him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my hands up his nape. 

Thyme pulled away. "Babe. Meeting." He started walking towards the office room. 

"Baby.. let me... service you. While you have your meeting. It's not like you're shy about this." I followed him. 

"Okay fine." We went inside the room. A couple of men in suits were sitting down at the round table. Thyme took his seat. I sat down on my knees next to him. 

When the meeting started, I pulled down Thyme's pants and pulled out his dick. Oh hell. Why did I suggest this. I put it in my mouth and sucked the entire length going in and out. Thyme held in a moan. He leaned forward and reached down to grab my breast. Thyme lifted up my tube top and squeezed my breast. 

Suddenly, the doors busted open of the house. Gunshots rang out. I pulled away from Thyme and covered myself in his blazer. I ran to a corner of the room and sat down pulling my knees to my chest. The office room doors opened. Before I could see who it was, shots rang out. Thyme was taken away by one of the men. 

A big, burly man walked over to me. I could only directly see his shoes. White Fila shoes with black writing on the front. The words read as AK-47. 

I stood up and looked right at him. Tears escaped my face, streaming like Niagara. I wrapped my arms around him and stood there. I took in his scent. His big body that engulfed mine. He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair. 

"I'm here."

I cried harder hearing his voice. 

He picked me up in a bridal hold and walked me out of there. The men rolled out, all filing back into the van. 

"Kira!" A body pressed against mine suddenly. I cried holding him. 

"Hi. I missed you all. So much."I sobbed. "I'm sorry. So sorry. Joonie, I'm sorry. I was forced okay. I didn't want to die. I- I had to have sex. I did so many indescribable things." I put my head in my hands. 

Namjoon pulled me close to him and hugged me. "It's okay. I know. You wouldn't betray me again."

Jimin drove to their hotel room. They were far away from home. The next day they were going back home. 

Tonight, Namjoon was going to torture and finally kill Thyme Oberwall.