POSSESSIVE

TWENTY SIX

"Xavier," I barged into his room.

"Oh my god. Let me fuck him in peace," Joy threw a pillow at my face.

"This is not the time to be fucking around. We're under attack," as if to back my statement, the sound of guns went off.

Xavier's expression turned murderous as he geared up. Joy came by my side and held my hand knowingly. She knows how much I'm afraid of these mafia fights or any fights in general.

"What do we do?" Joy asked Xavier. His expression softened as he told her to make a run from the secret door he had shown her. Joy nodded at him and sent him off with a reassurance that she'll take care of herself.

Xavier assured her that they wouldn't let them pass through the main gate, but in case things escalated, he asked us to run from the secret door.

Saying that he escorted us near that door before he walked away. Miyeon was cool in this situation because she had been in similar situations before and because Joy's dad was a famous street fighter, she didn't feel any fear regarding our situation but I, who has sheltered her whole life, was shaking in my boots.

Violence has never touched me, not until my presence was exposed in the world.

And now I have to be fearful when I'll lose my head.

And at this time when I'm in possible danger, I could only think of her to save me.

I bit my lip in frustration. Where is she when I need her? She said she loved me, didn't she?
Then why is she not here when I'm about to get killed?

I may be exaggerating but there is a possibility that the enemy will force his way inside the mansion.

Maybe I shouldn't have thought about it because the next thing I know, the front wall of the mansion collapsed by a bomb.

I screamed as I fell on my ass. My heart almost gave up on me and went to kiss the feet of Jesus.

Joy called my name numerous times to snap me out of the shock.

"Let's run," she pulled me up to my feet. I gripped her and Miyeon's hands tightly as we ran to the door.

"This is the key," Joy pulled out the key and unlocked the door.

"Let's go," she said.

As the door opened, we leaped out like wild animals released from their cages.

"Going somewhere?" A voice called out.

I froze completely. We were surrounded. There were at least five men in front of us and I don't know how many there are in the back.

I let out a shaky breath as I turned around.

There stood two men. One glance and you could tell they're the leader. Sweat beaded on my forehead.

I'm going to die. That was my first thought.

"You look beautiful with fear on your face," the same voice commented. His eyes were stripping me naked. It felt so repulsive that I could throw up. The urge to curse him and then flip him off was so strong. If death wasn't looming over my head, I would have done exactly that.

"Don, don't scare the bitch off so soon. She will have her fair share of fear later," the one beside the said "don" chuckled. I gritted my teeth in anger as they demeaned me. These motherfuckers! How dare they call me a bitch.
Only Lisbitch can call me that!

Wait, that doesn't sound right...

Let me rephrase that.

No one can call me a bitch, not even that Lisbitch.