Useful to the Mafia

Day Five Part 2

"Look, I know you hate me for some reason but you can't keep addressing me as 'you' forever." I can only glare at the back of his pretty head, imagining that I'm stabbing holes on it.

"I don't care, don't want to." he flatly says turning a corner while I keep up behind him, Jisung following as well.

I don't bother talking back and just curse him to myself. There's no point arguing if his too stubborn.

Being in that room for a whole day made me think that the whole place was small but it's actually huge. Fine paintings and monuments, white and gold walls and maids and butlers around.

But why are the flowers that I've been seeing are all Asters. I can understand the pink Aster flowers but I've never seen red and black ones. Are they fake ones? That could be a possibility. It be too much of a hustle to use real ones for them.

Not like these guys are into flowers at all, unless.

"For this morning, you're going to be dropped off at your house to pack your things." Hyunjin stops in front of a white fancy two door. "You can change to some casual clothes first, be sure to be done in 10 minutes or I'm going to dress you up myself." he opens the doors and pushes me in.

I couldn't even utter a word from how quick and earnest he was of getting me in.

But what really made me stop and stand in shock was the room.

"Holy shit-"

The room was thrice as big as the dining hall and is full of clothes, bags, accessories and shoes. And they're all women's clothing.

I really want to look at each section right now but that bastard [Hyunjin] said I have to make it quick or else he'll come in.

Quickly, I look for a plain black shirt, pairing black pants and white sneakers. Putting them on me, I was surprised on how they fit me nicely. Well the shirt I took on purpose is oversized so its fine. But for the pants and the shoes to fit me perfectly? Should I be suspicious? And also the fact that they have a big ass walk in closet filled with women's apparel.

I'm sure not even five minutes passed I went out of the door. Hyunjin and Jisung were leaning on the wall while waiting.

Once they saw me come out, they came closer.

"What the hell is that outfit, tsk whatever, now wear this." Hyunjin pulls my hand to him and puts on a silver bracelet. It clicked when it was around my wrists.

"What is this?" I take a closer look at it, and it's just a silver metal ring.

"That's a tracker, so we know where you are."

I narrow my eyes up at him and he does the same, only he was glaring down. I really have to put up with this shit too? Even a GPS tracker?

"We don't trust you one bit, well I don't on the most part. But this is to be sure you don't run away or do something we wouldn't like."

"Don't worry, we'll take it off of you when you're here in the mansion. Privacy is pretty important." Jisung taps my shoulder and smiles apologetically.

I sighed, "Whatever, you've already injected me with poison. I can deal with this just fine."

Hyunjin huffs and turns away, "I'll get you outside, the car's waiting."

...

Once I got home, I went straight to my drawers. I don't really have the luxury to rest and look at my house. Its not like I have any good memories to think about here. Looking for important folders and envelopes, I end up knocking down the vase on the table.

"Shit- ah!" I didn't see the glass beside me, my hand had pressed on it when I moved back.

I stood up to clean it up but my foot stepped on a folded yellow paper. Was it from the vase? I picked it up and unfolded it.

"What the hell is this?" scribbled writing on the sides and a stamp on the bottom. And in the center was a picture of my mom and my grandfather.

I never really met my grandfather, but my mother described him as a wise, responsible and loving person. He would sacrifice everything he had to protect his family, even if it takes his life.

Back then, She would talk about him in pure happiness and loneliness. I knew she missed him dearly. But he was murdered. Of course, an expected death for a Yakuza. I had always been curious to who took his last breath away.

For years my mom, Orochi Yumie, felt depressed on losing her last parent in her life. And my bastard father really had to add up to her problems.

"For a Yakuza, grandfather sure did look soft-hearted." I fold the paper again and stuff it in my pocket.

I need to clean this all up and pack all the things I need before they pick me up.

Felix POV

"Okay! OKAY! I'll t-talk, I promise!"

Minho has been enjoying his torturing game of slicing off the fingers of this arrogant informat. His blood messed up on the floor beneath him.

The man's quivering body on the chair and unstable eye contact was annoying too look at. And the smell of blood really makes me want to puke.

"That's enough, Minho. We've already made an amount of shit to clean up." Chan leans off the edge of the table and steps his way closer to the guy. "Finally, I thought you wanted to lose more fingers. Now let me ask you again, where did you hear the name Orochi YN from? Hmm?"

"T-the board of directors of the Peledis Company were talking about her at the Feiyung Night Bar. They said she was going to be auctioned in China if she didn't went missing yesterday."

Auctioned? Me, Minho and Changbin looked at each other with the same question in thought.

"Why was she being auctioned?" Chan asked him.

"I-I don't know that. That w-was all I heard." the man hangs his head down, sharply breathing

"Hmm, we did obtain good information but its not enough. Who else was there besides the directors?"

"I-I think I saw, Kim N-Namjoon coming out of their room right before I left. H-he was holding a silver briefcase you'd usually see to use to carry money."

Seems like she's already been sold off without her knowing. Why the hell is she being bought for?

"This doesn't look good." Chan crosses his arms and turns to us. "Call Hyunjin, ask him where she's at right now."

"I'll do it." Changbin offers, already has his phone out.

I walk up closer to him to hear better, Minho did the same.
"Hey it's me, where's YN?" thankfully, Hyunjin picked up immediately.

"She's at her house to pick up her stuff, why?"

"She's at her house." Changbin announces.

"If I were you, I'd check up on her right now." the man grunted and smiled creepily. "Those guys who want her are merciless."

A bad feeling in the pit of my stomach worries me ten fold.