Useful to the Mafia

Day Six

This is torture!!

"One more lap YN. You're doing great!"

"Oh shut up!" I bring myself up again to start running.

Chan woke me up at five am and made me start laps around the annoyingly wide garden pathway. No breakfast, no breaks even!

I swear, that tight white polo and pants and arrogant superior posture.

"Focus, YN."

I turn the curve, passing bushes of fragrant flowers, polished stone statues and garden table sets.

"Good morning~" Minho comes out of the veranda rising a bottle of soju and a half filled wine glass.

"Oh great." Chan rolls his eyes and holds his head in disappointment. By the time I stopped in front of Chan, it was the end of my run. "Somebody tuck the drunkard in his bed."

I wipe my sweat away as I watched Jisung and a butler assist Minho back in with great difficulty.

"Wanna stay in my room and ya know." Minho slurs out to Jisung giving him the flirty smile and wiggling eyebrows.

A cringe expressions surfaces on Jisung's face. "God, you smell so bad."

"Same time tomorrow, wake up on your on." Chan throws me a bottle of water.

He was about to leave but I stop him.
"Boss."

I know, I just called him boss. Even the word sounds so annoying to me. I work for this guys who kidnapped me now.

"I like the sound of that." he turns back with a grin. "Is there something you need to be calling me that now? Looks like I gained some good points."

"Not really but that's besides the point. I have questions."

He smiles and nods expecting. "Alright. Be in my office in an hour. Let Felix escort you." and then he leaves.

I need to ask him about why he really kept me alive. How much does he know and why is he really involved with me.

What's been bugging me is Ronan's sudden aggression on wanting to get me. Ever since my mom died, he disappeared like he didn't existed. But now he shows up?

"Had breakfast yet?" Felix appears by the doors in his white and beige comfy clothing. Fresh and glowing.

"Not yet."

....

"So um, I just- wanted to get things clear between us." Felix stutters in front of me, awkwardly posing. I sat on the chair next to the island counter, eating my tuna sandwich.

"Hm?"

"You...don't resent me anymore?"

Does he mean the kidnapping part? This guy is cute.

"What makes you think so?" should I tease him a little? "You think lying to me, injecting me with anesthesia and kidnapping me is going to slip out of my mind just like that after a kiss?"

He presses his lips together and rubs the back of his neck with his left hand.

"You think I'm so easy don't you?"
"No that's not it! I-I just thought maybe we could work things out and at least be friendly with each other...is all..."

Well, what they did to me is something not easy to forgive. I was scared to death. But God damnit there's something wrong with my head too. I do want to be in good terms with them, both the beneficial and the not.

I must be out of my mind then.

"The money is here!!"

We both turn our heads to the main hall, Changbin rushing outside like a kid. I send a confused look at Felix.

"Since Kim Namjoon is gone, the money that's supposed to be in his bank is now ours." He explains.

"Ours as in me included?"

"Yeah, you are the one with the most contribution since you killed him."

"I did not kill him on purpose."

"The same thing."

"Fine. Fine. Whatever. I'll go take a quick shower then let's go to the Boss' office." I scarf down the last bit of my sandwich and ran off before Felix could say anything more.

.....

Taking in deep breaths to relax, I then knock on Chan's Office door.

I heard him say to come in, so I took another sigh before opening the door.

Chilly and smells like perfume.

"So you're here. Take a seat wherever you like. My lap is also vacant." he turns from his swivel chair, rubbing his chin and lips with the same hand and the other clicking his pen.

"I'll sit here, the furthest from you." I took the single chair nearest to the door.

He lets out a laugh and stands up, adjusting his sleeves. "You're funny, YN. I like that." he sits on the edge of his desk, tucking his hands in his pockets.

Fucking hot.

"I assume you have a lot to ask; I can give you the whole day if you'd like. Although you might get too used to my face and grow tired of it."

I can't tell if my smile was because I was irritated by his confidence or because I found his words funny and attractive.

"Well, I have to be honest. Your face is quite hard not to get tired of."

"Oh? Was I just acknowledged by Miss YN Orochi?"

"Ah, did I say it wrong? I meant, hard not to get tired of punching." I smile at him, showing a ball of fists.

He slides his tongue over his lips like he is forcing himself not to smile. His dimples appear by his facial movements.

"Alright." he sighs, returning to his black leather chair. "You can start asking now."