Useful to the Mafia

Day Seven Part 3

"We're meeting with a former FBI agent, Mr. Sunwoo. He has a knack for rubbing on where it stings so don't let his words get to you." he hands me a suit case. "Change into this once we arrive at Santa Marta, Colombia. It's mandatory for your role tomorrow."

"And that is?" I rest the case down on a nearby seat and found a black suit inside with a matching handgun.

"My bodyguard." He says that with an anticipating excitement and it's lowkey annoying me. "And that gun from now on is yours."

"And how does being your bodyguard help in getting my mom's head?" I detach the handgun and its other parts, loading the bullets in as well.

"There's an underground auction event in two days. One of the items to bid for is your mother's head..."

Is my mother's head some kind of decoration?! Who the hell would bid for a head? Is it because it's a Serpent Yakuza's head? That would be the only reason.

"...should you let your emotions run loose, make sure you don't cause me trouble. But I doubt you'll disappoint me, right?"

I glance at him from the corner of my eyes and straightened my posture, the gun in my hand. "Can't promise that I'll not kill anyone on this trip." I mumbled and stared at my gun.

The sound of the plane filled the silence. Chan studied me as I stood there before him.

"Have you killed someone with a gun before?"

"...I'm not sure."

He chuckles and walks towards me, his perfume coming in strong. Look at him, standing up like his 6'8.

"Always point the muzzle in a safe direction," as he lifted my arm, his hand slides to my wrist, "Keep your fingers off the trigger until you're ready to shoot," he stands closer behind me that my back was feeling the warmth of his chest, "Always treat it like its loaded," he pulls back the slide with my other hand and aims forward, "And finally, know your target."

"I can use any gun just fine." I put the gun away, back in the case. I did that because being too close with him gives me unsettling feelings and fear.

"If you say so. Take good care of it, princess." he combs back his hair and sighs, "I'll take a shower and go to bed. You get some rest too."

He tells me I can sleep on the bed then he says he'll rest on the bed? Is he telling me to sleep on the same bed with him or I'm just overthinking shit?

"Sure."

And he left. I sat on the nearest chair and sighed heavily. The suffocating tension that was with me has finally left my heart. There's really no quick way of getting use to this.

What do I do now, I don't have a phone or anything to distract me through this flight. Should I just sleep too? God damn it this is so frustrating.

The plan isn't that clear yet expect for the main point: obtaining my mother's head from the auction. Then there's this Mr. Sunwoo that I have to weary about. I guess even former FBI agents can be acquainted with Mafia members.

Hold on, Chan said there's a bar here.

I peek behind me and saw the bar counter immediately. Approaching it, the stewardess at the same time came out from the front deck. "Hello Ms. YN, what would you like?"

"(alcoholic drink of your choice), please."

She smiles and proceeded. Are the pilot and stewardess also among Chan's people? Maybe, this girl already knows my name.

"Do you work for him?" I out right said. She's not fazed at all by the question as she poured the alcohol.

"I apologize but I am told not to entertain any questions involving Mr. Bang." she carefully slide the glass to me on the counter. "Please enjoy. If you need anything else, you can press this and I will attend to you." she bowed and left.

Why is she in a hurry to get away from me? I would've liked if she stayed and chatted about things we can talk about.

"At least the drinks taste good."

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(Back in South Korea)

FELIX POV

I feel so on the edge today. The exact same feeling I had from back then on my first weeks working for Chan. Now, it's Minho I'm fearing. Since Chan isn't here, Minho is in charge.

"Hyung, aren't you coming?" Seungmin pats my back. "Minho Hyung is waiting downstairs."

"Yeah, I know. Let's go."

With our suitcases and backpack, today is our flight to Brazil. While Chan and YN are in Columbia for Yumei Orochi's head, the rest of the guys and I are going to get the body.

"Step aside people, I'm taking the top bunk bed!" Jisung sped pass me on the stairs with Changbin running behind him. "No! I am!"

"No running." Minho growled from the bottom of the stairs and the two immediately turned to walking. "Where's Jeongin?"

"Here!" Jeongin pops up from the top of the stairs hugging his suitcase.

"Alright, Hyunjin's already in the car. Let's go." Minho closes the door right after I got out. He gave me a cold look that I avoided. Not because I'm guilty of anything but...it's just incase...so I don't get hurt.