Mafia's BabyGirl • [J.Jk FF]

Chapter 36

"Don't fucking play around." He signalled the guards to bring him closer. "What is this?" He showed him the piece of paper. "I asked for the contract, not for you to be dragging me from one place to another." Chanyeol pointed towards the house infront of them. "Its there. I gave it to someone." Jungkook looked back at the house then back at him. "Who did you gave it to?" He was silent for a while. "My daughter. She has it. Please just take the contract, stay away from her." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration and then chuckled. "Your daughter?" He was dead serious again. "Whats her name?" They waited for his answer. "Y/n."

His heart rate dropped wouldn't be enough to describe what he just felt right now. Its like his heart was crushed in a tight grib. He blinked a few times trying to digest his word. Pain, regret, all the emotions were escalating through his body and in the end these emotions were taken over by anger. First finding out about the origin of the contract, he had always been hating his father for it. Then you? You had the contract? You're his daughter? His steps were fast and anger was clearly visible as he reached your doorstep and rang the bell. He was about to pull out the key but heard you running towards the door.

You opened the door and immediately smiled but he didn't return the heartwarming greeting. His face was cold making your smile slowly fade. "J-Jungkook, what happened?" Your gaze fell behind him. A large number of black cars were parked right outside along with some men in black standing too. You saw his hyungs too. "W-Who are they?" You looked at him for a second but something caught your eyes. You moved forward to have a better view and you let out a gasp. "Appa!" Jungkooks eyes turned red bcz of anger. So Its true.

You were about to run there but he grabbed your arm harshly while pulling you back. "What did you say?" He looked right into your eyes while his tone was harsher than his grib. "W-What are you doi-ng, let go of me." You gulped. He's scaring you. "Is he your father?" He asked. You looked back at your father then at him and nodded. He let out a deep sigh. You were about to run off again when he grabbed you and pushed you inside the house. He walked inside while closing the door behind him.

"Give me the contract Y/n." You frowned. "What contract?" He tapped his feet. "W-Whats wrong with you? Why a-are you acting like this?" He moved forward making you back off. "Wheres the box that your father gave to you?" He lifted your chin. "Give it to me." You're frozen on your spot. Somethings wrong with him. He's really angry and really harsh with you. "W-Why?" You managed to ask. He leaned closer. "Because it was meant for me. I'm the one he has been warning you about. I'm the one who he thinks can kill you." The flash of terror in your eyes didn't go unoticed by him. "Y-You?" You were quiet for a while. "W-Will you? Kill me?" He saw the tears building up in your eyes.

He shouldn't be doing this with you. He would regret it and feel guilty afterwards but his anger is too much to think about anything else. He let go of your chin and went upstairs while you ran after him. He's skimming through your closet. "Jungkook what are you doing!?" You tried to pull him back or push him aside but he didn't budge. By now you were crying. Badly. You don't know what happened but whatever it is you hate it. "Y/n." He turned while grabbing his head. "Where the fuck is it?" You two stared at eachother for a while. You were crying while he didn't seem to care at the moment.

His phone rang and he picked it up. "Don't you dare do something stupid Jungkook. Control yourself, try to understand whose infront of you." Jin said making him sigh. He ended the call. "I-I'll give it to you b-but first tell me whats wrong." He shook his head. "Give it to me, now." His voice was deep and dark. You gulped and left the room. You went to the guestroom and opened the locked closet. Taking out the black box, you came back to your room and handed it to him. It took a second before he opened it and took out a stack of documents. Before you could ask him something he passed you and was going downstairs.