The Mafia Game Vincenzo AU

Chapter 28

Sorry guys for this extremely late update. You see, I got into quite a pickle, I was hit by a car and ended up in a 3 week coma, having temporary amnesia. When I had recovered and went to college not long after, on the way, I was kidnapped and held hostage for a week, before the police had found me. I had such severe  trauma that I was sent to an institution for 2 weeks to recover. I'm still undergoing group therapy to become a better person. Thank you for understanding why I haven't uploaded for so long. And thank you for reading this ❤️ ♥️
I was also elected for president so due to the abundance if work I had, I couldn't update.

I woke up, submerged comfortably in the duvet. As I gazed around, Hanseok had seemingly disappeared. Maybe he was a work or something, either way it was better if I were to just take those pills.

"Ooh do you feel more loved now?" A voice questioned. As I looked up it was Baegjo sitting on my bedside.

"HEY IM NAKED UNDER THE SHEETS WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?

He began laughing hysterically. "Yeah but those sheets cover everything and I'd prefer not looking either way." The man shrugged and stood up.

"Hurry... change up." He spoke again and left the room.

I slightly risen from the bed only to have the sharpest sting between my legs. I gasped in horror upon realising, I really wasn't able to walk. So I hoped om the wheelchair that was randomly in the room still, it's the one I travelled around with a day or few after my accidents, and began wheeling myself to the closet.

For the day, I decided to wear a long summer dress with tights, I don't really know why.

I exited my room in my wheel chair only for Baegjo to approach me confused. "You've healed why are you still.... oh." He smirked at me teasingly before walking out the entire choice. I tried trailing right behind but he was just too fast, and also realised. "You're in a 40,000 pound wheel chair and your still failing to catch up with me?" He spoked before looking back at me.

"Hey.... I don't know how to work this out!" I retaliated and he just walked around to push me instead.

"You reckon we should go see Jukyung or my parents?" He questioned as we trailed down a pathway outside.

I stopped midway. I looked down at the man sympathetically. He also seemed to know I had stopped so he looked back at me.

"Hey why did you... why are you looking at me like that?." Laughing nervously, he shot me with another question. "Nothing bad happened to them right?"

"I thought you would know it? Since you're part of the game?"

"Know what?" I stared at him, now he was getting impatient. "Know what, Answer me! Damn it Y/n."

A mere mumble escaped my mouth, "Hanseok... killed them". It was hard to understand, however he did.

Approaching me ever so slightly, he began laughing hysterically. My face remain still the same it had been the entire time, upon realising this his abrupt laughter stopped.
"No.. no you're kidding me right?"

I shook my head, side to side..
"Aha so... your husband he killed your family.... And you slept with him still and you also love him?" He spoke in disbelief.

"They aren't my real family though. Those parents were horrible... and Ju Kyung... well I didn't know much about her."

"THAT'S BESIDES HE FUCKING POINT. You're so goddamn delusional. What goes through your thick skull that makes you think that... he loves you?

I gazed at the floor. I know he doesn't love me, but it's only ever because he doesn't know how to love. And I can't blame him for that, right?

"I'd thought you'd be remotely clever but you're dumb. You're dumb, that's what you are." He approached me. "Look at you. Look at yourself."

It wasn't my fault I was like this. Noone understood me. Understood to be in my shoes. My life from the past suddenly taken from me by a stupid car crash and, then I was thrown into some stupid game where I had to compete to live. Kill my husband. I didn't want to play this stupid game yet I was forced to.

"Baegjo... you don't understand."

"No bitch. I don't want to."

"...."

After a while, it seemed that the angered man had finally calmed down. With a heavy sigh, he began. "Look I'm just mad, ok? I'm mad how gullible you are. I'm mad my entire family is dead now. My parents, Ju Kyung, my sister whose body you stole. I'm mad." Placing a hand on my shoulder, another sigh escaped his mouth. "But what I can't do is force you to play the game how I want... since you're the one playing. But.... please be wise."

I nodded understanding him yet not quite taking in his advice. I believed what I was doing was the best choice I could make.

"Baejgo.. let's go get some soup dumplings."

The entire restaurant exchanged weird looks as they looked at me. I hadn't jnow why till it clocked on.

"Baegjo... you're a ghost, right? So others cant see you, right?"

Baegjo looked up from his plate.
"Mm ugh yeah." He spoke, taking another bite of his dumpling. "Why?" He furthered up.

"The entire restaurant."

Again he looked up and around, noticing that everyone was gazing at me as if I just broke out an institution.

"Bahaha, you are a weird individual anyways." He spoke shrugging."

Using my chopsticks, I stole a dumpling before shoving it in my mouth as a victory. He couldn't do anything. By the time he figured, the hot soup was already flooding down my throat.

"Hey, bitch. My fucking dumpling!" He spoke in disbelief and sadness. There was no room in my stomach for  sympathy.

"I will eat all the dumplings you have!" I giggled and boasted.

I was kicked out the restaurant since everyone was quite scared and uncomfortable of  me.

(Once again I will not look at spelling errors till 2051)