Hellraisers - [BTS MAFIA FANFIC]

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Namjoon finished showering. Yoongi had also went and showered. 

By the time Namjoon came out of the bathroom, Akira wasn't there. Not in his room. Not in her room. He started to panic. Could she have left without telling any of us? No. That wasn't her at all. He went to check Yoongi's bedroom. 

A sigh of relief. Akira was on the bed. Fast asleep. Namjoon knelt beside the bed and kissed her forehead. 

"I love you." He whispered then walked back into the living room. 

He gathered everyone again. 

"We need a game plan to take down this trafficking trade." Namjoon stated. "Any ideas?"

No one said anything at first. 

A second later, Jimin piped up. 

"We know what they all look like, so let's surveil them. See where they lead us. Then go from there."

Namjoon nodded. "Not a bad idea. It can lead us to their hideout or other players."

"We should go see what more information our prisoner can give us." Yoongi got up. Namjoon nodded. He delegated tasks to the members, then followed Yoongi into the basement. 

Less than five minutes and Jungkook ran down into The Chamber. 

"Hyung! We didn't find any one from the trafficking ring, but you need to see this." He hurried them upstairs into the surveillance room. 

There on the screens was an identification. Lucas Combe. Ex-military. IED expert. The ID came off of finger prints an officer found in the explosion site. 

"Send this all to Captain Vargas. Now. We have the ID of the bomber. Jin, dig into his life. I want to know everything. His favorite color, what he ate for breakfast, who he hangs out with. All the details. Jimin, you and Taehyung, go talk to his wife. Jungkook, give me his location. Where is this son of a bitch. Yoongi, you go talk to Captain Vargas, get her up to speed." Namjoon rapid fired tasks for them all. With that, they went to work. 

"Hyung, what are you going to do?" Jungkook asked. 

Namjoon sighed. He had been too focused on work and the team more than he had with Akira. And now she was upset with him. Fell asleep early. Too early. It was only 4pm. He decided that since the team was handling everything for now, he'd carve out the time he had and spend it with her. 

"Spend time with Akira." Namjoon said leaving the room. He entered Yoongi's bedroom and hopped on the bed, sitting next to the sleeping Akira. 

He tapped her shoulder, gently waking her up. 

"What-what are you doing here?" Akira asked, still groggy from her nap. 

"I promised you a walk. If you're up for it, we can go now?"

Akira sat upright. She brushed out her bed hair with her fingers as a makeshift comb. 

"How is the prisoner?" Akira asked. The last she saw of him, he was so badly beaten. 

"Alive. For now."

Akira furrowed her brows. "What do you mean for now?" 

"I mean... Yoongi hyung is with him now. And god knows what he's doing to him."

Akira scrambled out of bed, slid into her house slippers, opened the bedroom door and ran out. She made her way to the basement stairs and again, pushed open with all her strength the strong heavy doors of The Chamber. Namjoon quickly followed in after her. 

"Akira, stop!" Namjoon shouted. But it was no use. 

Yoongi was about to electrocute the man as a mode of torturing him for information. Right as he was putting the wires up to the man's bare chest, Akira pulled the plugs from the outlet. 

"Akira!" Yoongi growled. 

Akira put herself in between the man and Yoongi. "You want him. You'll have to go through me."

"Akira. What are you doing?"

Before Akira went to bed, before Namjoon got out of the shower earlier, she had slipped downstairs while no one was watching. She cleaned his wounds. Gave him some water. Food. She talked to him. This man was nothing more than a runner. He knew nothing more than what he was told. And would have rather died than say anything. He was a dead man anyway. It was a lose-lose situation. She connected with him. They both had lost so much in life. Both were trying to find a sense of belonging. Lucky for her, she found Namjoon. But for him, he found some really evil people. Human traffickers. 

The men he worked for, wanted him to drug and escort girls who match the type to a secondary location. But the course was always changed five minutes before drop off. So he had no chance of remembering the addresses. Nor could he have alerted the police or anyone to help. They all would have gone to the old, wrong address. 

It was smart. Kept everyone, every key player on their toes. 

"Akira, again. Answer me." Yoongi repeated. 

"He doesn't know anything. Seriously. No matter how many times you zap him. No matter the voltage. He cannot tell you what he doesn't know." Akira replied. "You have to trust me."

"You don't know what you're talking about. AK move aside." Yoongi used his 'big brother' tone. 

Akira shook her head and stood firmly where she was. Namjoon stepped forward. Something in his eyes made Akira notice this wasn't the Namjoon she knew. No. This person was meaner. This was his alter ego. The one he released when he went full 'mafia leader mode'. This was why they're called Hellraisers. Because when this mode activates, they can quite literally raise hell. 

Namjoon grabbed Akira by the arm and yanked her out of the way, giving Yoongi a clear path to the prisoner. Namjoon pinned her against a wall, holding her shoulders. 

"You. Do Not. Interfere. With. What. We Do. Understood?" Namjoon spat. 

Akira nodded. "Joon, Let me go. You're hurting me." Akira pleaded. 

Namjoon's eyes softened. The only soft spot he had was for her and for his team. But if anyone ever knew she was his kryptonite, it would destroy him. Inside and out.