Mafia's Love✔️

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His fist came in contact with the bricked wall cussing profanities out. With raged eyes and narrowed brows all he desired right now was blood. The blood of his rival. “He took Y/N away from me right under my nose, and I stood helpless as hell. What's the use of me being a mafia?”

Namjoon's men stood outside the door, numb on their spots. They were keen to urge him to calm down. Eager to prove their loyalty to their boss and bring their queen back.

“Hyung, we traced his location.” Jungkook knocked on the door, speaking loud enough for him to hear. The sound of shattering came to a halt. “Send it to my email and prepare a team. Been long since we killed some fuckers.” Loading his gun he hid it in his jacket. Placing one in his socks. “I underestimated him, thinking he's just a rookie in this story. A lesson for me to learn never to lend a lead to your enemy.”

“How many of them are present in that building?” Surveying the 3D map Jungkook had presented to him he queried. “From my analytics it's probably 50-60!” “I want the exact number.” The younger one screeched with the male's outburst. “80 it is! We'll be taking 80 of our best trained people.”

Jungkook gulped, putting forward a new fact to him. “Hyung, half of our men have left for the West for the weapon dealing you had ordered them to.” His face morphed with displeasement yelling out. “WHAT THE FUCK! HOW MANY ARE LEFT WITH US NOW?”

“70,” he murmured, audible enough for him to hear. “Get them all piped up, we'll be leaving in an hour.” Machine guns and knives were removed from the basement. Namjoon felt helpless wondering; why did all the ill luck in this world have to be presented to him on this day which he had hoped to make a memorable one.

Your words rewinded in his brain: “Signs? Aren't these all your framed ones? Why won't you let me live in peace? What have I ever done to you? You've been punishing me since childhood with your behavior.”

“No, she's wrong. Those statements were said out of fury. She still loves me crazily, I know.” Clenching his jaw he convinced himself. The truth was right in front of him he wasn't ready to accept it. Acceptance is a stage in every human's life which further leads to repentance. He was nearing that phase and was well aware of it. For now all he wanted was you in his mansion all safe and sound.

“Is everything done?” Zipping up his jacket he enquired with a rough sardy tone. “I've instructed them and they've sworn to risk their lives yet not give up and bring Y/N out of that hell hole.”

Namjoon was touched by his troops' loyalty towards him. “Thank you everyone.” It was the first time he genuinely meant it. Earlier all his thank yous were an appreciation for completing the mission today it meant something more to him.

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Tip-toeing on the staircase he indicated with his hands for them to spread around and search for you. Running on the tiles he was surprised with the lack of security on a particular floor.

“Fuck this is a trap.” Notifying Jungkook of the new found information he commands him to safely get his gang out of the building if he sensed danger near them.

“Welcome Kim Namjoon!” Kicking the red door he comes in sight with the blonde hair dude. Who sat on his seat lighting a cigar. Which rested in between his fingers. Taking it closer to his lips he shook his head. “Want a smoke? This one's exported specially for me.” Namjoon aimed his pistol at him. Ready to pull the trigger. “Where is she?”

He pouts, crushing the newly lit cigar under his feet. “You're so boring. We meet for a second time and you don't even wanna officially celebrate us being enemies?” His lips puckered, displeased with the former's lack of integrity. “Answer me God damn it! Where have you held her hostage?” Standing up on his feet he approached Joon and whispered in his left ear.

“Wanna know a secret? I hate cigars and smokers. Their existence itches me so damn badly it makes me wanna crush them the same way I did with that one.” Motioning to the brown material he laughs, wiping the tears that left the corner of his lids. Namjoon's glare shut him up. “Fine! I'll answer your question, don't be so rude towards me. We've been allies in the past haven't we?”

Reminiscing those memories only triggered Namjoon more. “I'm not interested in your wife Mr Mafia. You see after capturing her from your territory. Oh- wait let me rephrase it. After she willingly agreed to come along with me. I changed my mind. One shouldn't spoil their old friend's wedding isn't it? Being the humble man that I am, I set her free in the middle of the road.”

Shrugging his shoulders as if it was no no big deal he wore his mask and a cap over his head. “You fucking did it intentionally didn't you? Acknowledging my enemies are out there inquisitive of her whereabouts. If anything happens to Y/N I'll personally go searching for you and hunt you down.”

Scowling at Namjoon's agitation he derides him. “Isn't that what Y/N wished for yesterday? To end you at that very spot, for murdering her best friends. Poor girl, she loved them a lot. Why won't she? They were there for her emotionally when you betrayed her.”

“Did you really assume I wouldn't know you'd be coming here searching for your beloved wife after the bunny boy tracked my location. I thought you were better than this. Considering we worked together. Once upon a time. Seems like it was another misunderstanding I had developed about you. This new encounter would clarify all our hidden grudges, won't it?”

Gritting his teeth he turned on his shoes dialing Jungkook directing him to send the force to the city.

“What a cunning fella gets easily deceived by anyone.” Seeing Namjoon drive his cars out of his building he huffed out bored. “Now who should I chat with?” An idea popped in his mind whistling out of excitement. “Bring him out, I'm in the mood to play chess today.” A man was pushed forward with his hands and legs tied with metallic chains.

“What? You haven't finished these cigarettes yet? I thought you loved puffing them. How could you be so disobedient and ungrateful? I've been such a generous man from the moment you stepped foot in my territory. You know what impolite kids deserve? Punishment! You shall be punished.”

Removing the sword that was hung on the wall he points at him. The man shivered out of fear. “Don't worry boy I won't kill you.” Smiling sickeningly, he assured. “To survive you gotta play chess with me. Human chess to be exact, that's my go to sport.”

Clapping his hands enthusiastically he chirps happily. The captive was a lad in his late 20's. His crime was he smoked and that definitely didn't settle well with the man who stood in front of him. All bruised and beat up, barely able to breathe. At first the humongous amount of cigarettes provided to him drove him crazy.

Smoking day and night as his thirst died down so did his lungs capacity to breathe, coughing vigorously. However, they didn't stop him from smoking more. When he refused to do so. He was beaten and thrashed up in the little cell provided for him.

“Let the fun begin!!” Swinging his fingers in the air he danced to the rhythm. His men cheered for him while the older male stood there terrified. After being pushed in a maze of squares. With guards holding various weapons dressed as soldiers and kings. “Human chess has always been my favorite game.”