The Mafia Game Vincenzo AU

Chapter 20

Side Mission: Complete.

Here, take this loaded gun as a rewarded.

A random, golden gun fell through the sky which I caught. As I looked inside it, I realised it was only loaded with one bullet. Weird, I thought. Yet where was I supposed to hide it. I decided to go for the most secretive spot ever, somewhere noone would look in.

I walked into the closet and stuffed it right inside the back of my bra draw. Noone would ever go here.

No, seriously, no one would ever go there like I have my own lock and everything.

I don't know why but I guess at times like this it comes in handy. The bra draw, not the gun. If this game would give me a gun as a reward, then surely it is something important.

.....

"Oh Y/n, how I missed you!" My mother yelled, pulling me into an embrace of fortitude love. "You look so much happier than the last time I had seen you."

Maybe because the last time I had seen you was when you forced me to marry some demonic man. Well I guess the original Y/n.

Flashback:

Y/n's mum: Y/n remember how I told you that your job in this family was to fulfil your parents wish about marrying some guy you do not know?

Y/n: "No?"
Y/n questioned, a slight frown visible in her confused face.

Y/n's mum: Well, erm you're going to marry this demonic man. You have no say in this.

Y/n: But mother whyyy??! You always said you loved me, why would you sell me to ceo evil demon king Jang Hanseok??

Y/n cried.

Y/n's mum: Child, never in my entire lifetime have I ever once said I loved you. And I'll continue not loving you.

Y/n: ....

Y/n's mum: here take this.

Y/n's mum hands her holy water.

For the exorcism.

End of flashback:

I imagined it went like that but I really don't know because I didn't enter the story then.

The whole family sat at the table, and annoyingly, Hanseo sat in front of me.

I felt bad, really bad. How could I use him so hard like that. I used the fact that he had liked me inorder to kiss him for my own benefit.

"You know, Hanseo, you should get married, You know I mean no harm. How about Ju Kyung, (let's just randomly spawned her in this story cos I ran outta names) she's only a few years younger.

"9 years mother.... 9 years." I suppressed the frustration.

"Well your dad is about 14 years older than me, did I complain?" She huffed, looking like she wanted to smack me, but ofcourse, Hanseok would not allow that. And she knew. Hanseok can only beat his wife cos he's still living in the 1800 era, don't worry, he'll snap out of it eventually.

"I think Hanseo would completely enjoy the thought of getting married, right, Hanseo?" Hanseok questioned his brother.

"Huh, Yes." Hanseo spoke as his eyes looked down at his plate, he slowly cut out a peice of steak for himself.

"Doesn't mean he'd want to marry my sister." I spoke, sipping from my glass of wine.

Hanseok gazed at me and I looked back. He nodded before taking a sip out of his own glass.

"Well that's a shame, Ju Kyung is at the age of marriage. Yet she isn't getting any marriage proposals." My father finally decided to say and now I wanted him to be mute again.

"It's definitely her face, we keep telling her she needs plastic surgery." My mother chimed in also sounding like she was telling off Ju Kyung. This made me too frustrated.

"I think Ju Kyung looks rather pretty with her dimples." I smiled as I looked at her, it was the first time she looked up from her plate. A fresh water coat was shown in her eyes that she tried to surpress, she was about to cry and I couldn't comfort her. I sent her a look of sympathy.

It must be hard for her, Y/n's looks are pretty above average. Not as pretty as Chaeyoung, I must admit. So Y/n wouldn't of had to suffer so much discrimination about looks from her parents. Plus, I'm past that age of even caring about looks, Ju Kyung is about 19 years old, she's still going through that point in life where she'll be caring so much of her appearance.

Damn, I really want to give her a heart warming hug.

Slowly my eyes made contact with Hanseo and we stared at eachother for a few seconds. I wanted to grab my knife and stab myself because I felt so guilty.

How must I atone for this sin? How may I reconcile with Hanseo?

I looked away desperately and searched for Hanseok's eyes, so I could lock against them and feel less guilt.

"So when are we going to have grandchildren?" My mother asked randomlyafter minutes of silence, can I say how I legit choked on my spit and nearly died?

"Whenever Y/n is ready." Hanseok smiled as he rested his hand on mine, I melted under his touch, craving more. Maybe I am ready. Wink. Wink.

No, I mustn't birth any children with Hanseok, then it'll make me feel horrible to kill the father of my children. Both parents must be present in a child's life, and as someone who hardly new their father in my past life, I know how it feels to have no father. So devastating. Like when the teacher asks what you love about your dad and you can't say nothing cos you don't have one.

Yet, I was aware that eventually someone may or maybe Hanseok himself would ask this. And I don't really know if I want that, children. I may be in the body of a 28 year old women, but in reality, I'm mentally the age of 18. And 18 year old girl sent to such an unfamiliar world.

"Ofcourse Y/n is ready, that's the job of her, to reproduce." My father spoke as he laughed and I had taken offence. Does he believe that he is still in 1912 or something, women can work now. I mean we still reproduce cos men can't, but we can work too. And we don't have to reproduce. We have more jobs now.

Stupid parents so uneducated fr.

"If I don't hear it from my wife, then I won't believe she is ready."

Omg Hanseok cares about consent, he is definitely a green flag. He's so perfect for real.

My heart skipped several beats and I betted with myself that I might of die of a heart attack then; my heart couldn't bare it.

I snapped out of thought and smiled to myself. Eventually, that smile turned to a frown.

I need to kill this man. He is a horrible man. He's a criminal.

Mama don't cry I'm in love with a criminal.

In all seriousness, my real mother would kill me if she were to find out.

(Y/N fr going though a life crisis.)