The Invincibles-KTH FF (BOOK II)

-SIXTY NINE-

Y/N'S POV

"Mrs. Kim, are you sure you don't need a doctor?" Sickjun, the know-it-all cop, asked me as I rested against our Range Rover.

The whole opera house had been cleared just a few moments ago, but none of the guests had left. The only thing more tragic than an opera was our real lives. With dogs, the pigs were there with their flashing lights, silver badges and yellow tape; all of them taking pictures of Jongsuk's body as he lay there, cold and lifeless. He wasn't supposed to die. My men died when I fucking said they died...at least if the world worked as it should.

"Mrs. Kim?"

"We're fine, officer," Taehyung said. "I think it's time I took my wife home." He came to stand beside me.

"Mr. Kim, if you have anything to add to this investigation—"

"Like I said before, we were leaving the opera when our bodyguard was shot," Taehyung hissed, opening the car door for me.

"That's what we're trying to get at. There is no reason for anyone to kill your bodyguard. That bullet may have been for you, Mrs. Kim. This type of shot was the same used on the President." Sijun stood up straighter, as he grabbed hold of my car door.

"On the news they said that was the First Lady..." I started when he cut me off.

"It was, but she has an accomplice we have no information about. If you could just come down to the station, maybe help to find the connection—"

"You're a cop, not a detective, if you have any more questions for us, please contact our lawyer. Goodnight, Officer," Taehyung stated, helping me into the car before slamming the door closed. "Drive."

Jimin didn't need to be told twice. It felt odd leaving a man behind. Jongsuk had been with me for years—with Jimin for years. Jongsuk was a mentor to both Jimin and Ari. I knew Suho must have called her. It wasn't the type of news you broke over the phone, but Ari would want time to separate herself from us.

Next to me, Taehyung was so tense he felt frozen, and all I could do was stare into the darkness of the night sky. Seoul was used to death. I was used to death. Neither was I grief stricken nor was I in shock; I was just fucking angry. Jongsuk was like an older brother, close to me but never off-limits. I trained with him growing up as we learnt lessons of death. If I were to grieve over his death, he would be better off dead earlier then after accepting my reign. So I wasn't sad, I felt powerless, and it was a feeling I wasn't familiar with. This was bad. We need to retaliate quickly or we would have anarchy. The reason our men trusted us and were loyal to us was for the simple reason that we were the biggest and baddest animals. Shin-hye was making us look weak. This has to end, I just wasn't sure how. How could she be so fucking good? How could she kill, get into our house, know where we were going? Who knew that much?

I sighed as we pulled to a stop in front of the house. When Jimin opened the door for me, I didn't even wait for Taehyung , or anyone else for that matter, to help me. Seeing Evelyn and Minho along with Jisoo and Jin all huddled in the middle of the foyer made me want to scream. I didn't want to deal with this shit right now.