𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬 {𝐉𝐤 𝐟𝐟} 𝖠 𝖬𝖺𝖿𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 || BOOK 2 ||

1.

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My heart was pounding at it's limit. 

"Sweetheart, don't be so morose..."

I sobbed at his grievance. My eyes paused at him and I spoke in a quavering tone. "Please, give me the gun." 

"Baby, I don't want you to die."
"You're killing me anyway!" I screamed and sobbed. "I beg of you."

He did not utter a phrase. My lips compressed and my sight turned away. I felt disastrous.

The cars stalled and Jungkook, being the domain, held my arm and pulled me out of the vehicle. His tough grip pierced through my skin, imprinting nail scars. O' if I had died then.

My hairs flung down my features symbolizing how empty I felt, my lips were pale and I had lost all colors. I might shatter any heartbeats.

"Hey, dear nephew." An old voice was heard as we entered the penthouse. My brows crashed as I found difficulty in knowing the person before me. 

I sensed Jungkook's grip getting tighter and his jaw tensed. He did not like this visit.

"Get back." I looked at him and then at his hand, slowly letting me go. He waved his arms, gesturing me to take a step behind.

I peaked from his shoulders. That man looked at me with a twisted smile, making me flicker my lashes nervously and look away. 

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook grunted. 
"C'mon! didn't you miss your uncle?" He spoke with a sickening smirk.

"Miss my foot! Speak patently, why are you here?"
"The news is all over the place.. 'Capo's hidden princess.' I was appalled! like who knew you'd fall in-love?" He paused with a chuckle. "Well, everybody's got their soft spot."

"Get out."

He walked towards Jungkook while I moved back. I saw him whispering something in his ear while his vision chased my every move and edge. I crossed my arms over my chest, while my shoulders shrunk. I felt insecure.

He pats Jungkook's shoulders and walks out with his men. I see Jungkook frustrated as his palm turns into a fist. He turned at me and and grabbing my hand, he led me up the staircase and to a room. This house wasn't where we used to live... it was a penthouse, a few hours away from Taehyung.. in Udo Island.

Will he come for me? I pondered.

I was locked in a room for hours. There was nothing I can do; I can't fight him; I can't escape him..

My corpse shuddered when the knob twisted. Someone's visiting. I quickly pull the duvet over me and pretend to be in a deep sleep.

I hear his foot steps getting heavier as he comes nearer and the fabric shrinks as he comforts himself in the bed. 

He groans painfully and my keenness leads me to peak into his figure. As soon as I do so, my heart sadness and I'm drenched in guilt. It's the first time I noticed the wound. It must hurt... a lot.

I got out of the bed, pushing the duvet over me from coating me. I crawl to him and hold his hands, placing them on his thighs while he didn't speak a phrase. The wound looked deep and sickening. My brows felt heavy and tense while my mouth quavered with pity.

Undoing the bandaging around his head, I recurred how impulsively I hit his head. I hissed at the bloody injury and darted my face. 

"It's fine, you don't have to do it." He spoke.
"Shut up, Let me." I bossed.