The Invincibles-KTH FF (BOOK II)

-TWENTY SIX-

"Touch it and I will make dealing with Eunha look like a cake walk." I was so sick of people looking at me like a victim. I'd gotten shot, it happened. It was time to get back to work, the stupid pricks.

"Y/N, you should..."

"Remember the last time you thought I should rest?" Right after I lost our last child.

He sighed. "The deal didn't go as planned. We settled on twenty mil. They wanted thirty mil. Taehyung was about to, well, be Taehyung and start cutting them down, he was talking to you, and then the accident. He settled on thirty and we left."

I could feel the headache coming on. My teeth clenched and my fists tightened.

"Taehyung paid those motherfuckers thirty million dollars? Was this weed laced with cocaine as well?"

The idiot!

"Y/N, he wasn't thinking straight. He didn't want—"

"Shut up and get me a phone!"

"You know we will make double that. We were underpaying them anyway. It—"

Pulling the IV from my arm, I slid off the bed, causing him to rush towards me with his eyes wide. Balancing on one foot, I hopped over to him.

"Namjoon, call them and tell them I want my money back." I glared into his eyes.

"This isn't your shit, Y/N you can't—"

Grabbing his jacket, I pulled him to my face. "Call them back, or you're going to pay me that extra ten."

"How the fuck am I supposed to do that?" He was panicking.

"Not my problem. Get it done or you will never be a father." I smiled, slapping his cheek softly before letting go and hopping back over to the bed.

TAEHYUNG'S POV

I sat in Jimin's room, eating his Jell-O as he lay in bed. Checking my watch again, I looked at his cut-up face. Glass was a bitch.

"He's late," I told him as I took another bite.

"He's in a wheelchair and my mother is gone. It will take him a moment to get here," Jimin whispered, flipping on the television.

Yes, Seojoon was in a wheelchair only because my father put him there.

"You do know that I will kill you in front of him if he doesn't tell me what I want to hear?" I told him honestly, watching the game.

From the corner of my eye, I saw no fear in his eyes, and I wasn't sure if that was because he didn't believe me or because he'd already accepted his fate.