His Beloved Gun | MYG

𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭

15. Blood

Author P.O.V

Myra's eyes opened in a humid, dusty room with no windows, no light, with rats squeaking, but not one in sight, her hands tied behind her back, head falling fuzzy-dizzy.  throat clasped dry, sticky paste forming on her lips, her feet tied together, laying on the ice-cold floor, squeaks of rats sounding like scratching nails on the writing board, eyes squinting in pain, her limbs feeling numb, squinting her eyes, she tried to sit up, pulling up last bit of her strength,  she sat back up, coughing horribly, making her ribs crack and hurt.

looking around she saw nothing, she quietly as possible tried to free herself, she was wearing blight blue denis and a white long sleeve shirt so, she wasn't feeling that cold, but surely was uncomfortable.

It's been almost 10 minutes of her struggling to free her hands,

Finally, the door creaked open, the room was so dark that no impression of the person coming in could see. Just a dim glint of yellow light in the hallway when the door opened.

The clicking of shoes was heard, after a few steps it stopped, until now Myra dint move an inch, she was naive but not dumb, she was physically weaker than any of the Mafia children but very witty and mentally stable.  The thing was both the Choi twins were bought up without most care, due to some hormonal disorder, they were weaker than any normal person, even though they were treated with the world's best treatment and diet routine to keep up with the immune system they always lacked a bit. Nonetheless, they were trained for the mafia world like other children, with weaponry and combat fights, but it never worked on actual grounds. So most pressure they put was on their education, mind games, and strategy planning, and turned into fine women. They were better than beyol in lady behavior and manipulation,  beyol is more tomboyish. Thus they were wanted by men as she was.

She didn't know who the person was so she kept quiet and co-operated. Harsh chilly fingers wrapped around her forearm pulling her up, the loud scratch of iron made shivers down her spine. And with a brutal push, she was pushed onto a cold chair, after a second, a click was heard, old yellow bulb glowed above her, as the pain with the sight of light stung in her head, now she was sure she was put down with some strong drug.

She slowly again opened her eyes, a broad chest in a cream silk dress shirt came in view, her eyes trailing to coils of black ink escaping from the dress shirt, up to his collar bone, his veiny hands resting on his hips, black fitted pants, to earing glinting in his ear, blond hair contrasting his golden skin, as she met her eyes with his black one, a widespread across his chapped lips.

"Tch, chapped lips for a fine man, how broke are you?" she tusked, sarcastically, her voice heavy and sour. 

"shut up bitch" he licked his lips quickly, a little embarrassed.

"you are one of the pigs of RED arent you?" she asked sighing, 

"took you long enough, princess" he replied pulling a chair for himself.

"and took you whole week with 4 failed attempts to kidnap me" she spoke hitting his ego.

he raised his hand to slap her but she raised her left foot to his hand pulling it down, "you know if Phantoms got to know about your gang putting a hand on, each one of you will be pulled to threads, right?"

He was baffled by her confidence.

"And what kind of kidnapping is this I am interrogating you up till now. cant you do one thing correctly" she continued thru a wicked smirk.

but now she now her face shifted to her right as a loud smack hit her cheek cracking her jaw. her tongue feeling the metallic taste of blood, she spat blood, just by his foot, "how pathetic of you digging your own grave, if you want phantoms to be on their knees just for me, it's not gonna happen, we both know it" she spoke a matter of fatality, the whole nation knew brittleness and lack of mercy in Phantoms, always their legacy came first. But when it came to their loyalty, people they care and responsibility it was blood for blood and Phantoms had taken Choi Twins as their family members and topmost responsibility.

"Look bitch you will just have to marry me, and it would all fail for phantoms, I will let you live better than a queen in the universe," he said pulling her hair black raven hair back with all of his power.

"FUCK YOURSELF" She spat with gritted teeth, looking him dead in the eye.

He grunted, pumping veins from his body, pulled out a metallic belt, "we will see about that" she spat, putting it around her waist, she fought as much she could, but the belt was now on her.

"Just say, 'I am your master' and I will leave you free, and no torcher no bloodshed," he said fumbling with a controller in his hand.

"in your dreams," she said, her hands sweaty, just then eclectic shock spread through her abdomen to her whole body, her ear-bleeding screams echoing in the four walls.

At The Venue

Just Before the blast 

"Look taehyung I am trying to sneak in a dessert for you, but I don't know what is with these well-mannered children coming from mafia families." jimin spoke on the phone, taehyung was in the security room for around checking, but a technical issue had occurred in one of the cameras so he was stuck there for a while.

"jiminiee, I am-"  Taehyung was cut off by a loud bang with, scream, cries of children, jimin saw the sofa flying away in front of a toddler playing, he swung towards the to save him, catching him in his arms just by a hair. Luckily there was no one other than the child so there was just an exploded stage. He held the crying boy in his arms securely when hoseok and jungkook came running towards him, "WHAT THE-" Jungkook was cut off by hoseok," Jin, where is jin???" Jimin's shakey eyes looked around in the hall, just screams, of females and children, men taking out their weapons, his eyes caught namjoon, he called for him, namjoon quickly signaled him to groom's room and himself moved in the room where Taehyung was.

Jungkook, jimin, and hoseok ran towards, the groom's room, there was already running out jin, beyol bulling out the blade from her belt on her thigh, and yoongi filling emos in his AK47, one this was sure in everyone's mind, it was a war cry.

"Take the guests out of the venue, first children and the females" jin ordered jimin and jungkook, "hoseok and yoongi go lookout, and call curfew in the city, we don't want common citizen involved and beyol go look for Myra" he continued.

Each one of them was dispersed to do the orders, Jin strode down the hallway to the security room, his long legs taking graceful and fast strides, fire drumming through his every cell, his neatly parted raven hair waving back, face iron as ever, brows spiked in anger and annoyance.

he pushed the door bang open, meeting wide eyes taehyung, he moved next to his younger twin, watching smoke blow from the stage. "it the RED" taehyung informed, "the audacity of these mother fucking beggers" jin slammed his hands on the table, just then Beyol came panting, "m-Myra..she is nowhere" Jin Punched through the grey screen which the kidnappers, glitched, just the second, taehyung's phone rang, "t-tae," it was hoseok on the other end, "yoongi is missing" he spoke a bit taken back and panting from stress, commotion, anger.

midst the chaos no one noticed as yoongi and hoseok went out, just outside the venue, a neuclitiser hit yoongi in the neck dropping him in the bush.

upon hearing hoseok on all jin and beyol saw was blood, blood for their loves.

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