Fake Love (Mafia au)

Chapter 23: (Let's make some) Bad decisions

Nari's POV

I curled up under the covers, warming and relaxing myself after a long day of shopping. I burrowed myself underneath the comforter, nuzzling my nose into the pillow giving a content sigh when I felt like I could pass out.

Tomorrow was a big day.

Actually, tonight was a big night.

I was going to meet the cute little waiter I'd met that Taehyung had beat the living shit out of. 

I was excited to leave and venture out on my own for the first time in months, where my decisions weren't being monitored and where I could simply be free to do what I wanted. I hadn't had much freedoms or time without being watched 24/7, and I truly craved a free spirited adventure where I was free to do all the stupid shit I desired.

Although, I wasn't stupid.

I couldn't have just walked on out the door, especially Taehyung was going to be on extra high alert. But I was going one way, or another. I had narrowed my plan down to one solid option.

Leave in the middle of the night and just book a hotel and wait till morning to go to the coffee shop, using period as an excuse for not leaving my room even though I'd have been long gone.

Of course, I know anyone else would have thought me to be crazy, but thinking from a logical standpoint, it was most likely to work. All I had to do was put on one show and then bail, which wasn't anything I hadn't done before. I couldn't fully depend on lies and putting on a pretty little acting show, because those required skill which I didn't fully have and an insane amount of luck, which lately, just had not been there for me.

And I was doing this tonight.

Taehyung was out in his giant office going through files for deals on drug prices, Jin was alseep, and Jimin was either working out or sleeping. And of course, there were a few maids around, but for some reason Taehyung had no scattered guards at his mansion. It was perfect timing for me to leave, and plus, it was almost like a little tester in case I'd actually need to escape.

With one more sigh, I threw off the covers and I let out a whimper because of the cold. "Chilly," I whined to myself. I pulled out my phone and texted Taehyung for the first time since he'd given me his number since yesterday.

 Me:

Jsyk I really don't want any company I have cramps and im going to yell and theres going to be a huge argument, and it would just mean the wooooorld if you could leave me alone till I say otherwisee. I'll be in my room, but please don't come in. Tn or tomorrow.

I hummed, waiting for his response.

Bitch face asshole: 

K.

I couldn't help but scoff a little at the dry text message, but there was no time to stare and make fun of it, no matter how much I wanted to.

It was go time.

I threw up a tight black tee shirt that fitted like second skin and a black jacket hoodie with some gray cargo paints and boots. I tied my hair into a high bun, put some earrings in just to add some extra hotness and smiled at myself in the mirror. 

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to my room and exited with an exciting fear filling my chest. Every step I took seemed to last an eternity, and I simply couldn't calm my hammering heart down. 

Calm down, girl. You got this.

I wove through the hallway, my footsteps crashing down way too loudly for my liking. I got to the stairs and tip toed down, the pitter patter of my feet silent as I could make it. I took a deep breath when I reached the bottom. "God why the hell am I so nervous," I whispered to myself.