ɪɴᴋᴇᴅ ʙy ᴀ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ( ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ꜰꜰ )

chap 8

Y/n

"Where are we going?" I ask.

My aunt scowls at me from the other side of the car. It's like she wants to sit as far away from me as possible, her body pressed right up against the glass.

"I don't know," she snaps. "Stop asking the same questions over and over. Don't you know how boring it gets? I have no more information than you." I turn to the window, watching the city go by as I stroke my hand up and down Doggo's fur.

He growls softly from the base of his throat as the car picks up speed, leaving the residential areas and heading toward the docks.

He doesn't like car rides. But they ordered me to bring him. The driver is one of jackson's men, a hard-faced guard who has never shown me any kindness. None of the men have, though, at times, I've sensed they feel bad about what they're doing, or maybe like they think they should be handling more important business.

My aunt woke me up this morning - sleep finally took me in the end - and told me I had to go with her.

Now I have no clue what's happening since I'm not supposed to be at the hotel until this evening.

My chest clamps like there's a tight fist inside my rib cage.

The wedding is tomorrow.

Has jungkook made his offer yet? Is he even going to?

The driver guides the car to the end of the docks to a big warehouse that looks abandoned. There are no cars parked outside and a few of the windows glint with shattered glass.

"Go inside," the driver says. "Somebody will show you where to stand."

"Why?" I ask. "What's going on?"

The man looks at me sharply in the rearview mirror. He's got a shock of red hair, his features twisted into a grimace. "Go inside. Somebody will show you where to stand."

"Not until you tell me -."

The man raises his hand, casually flashing his gun. "Go inside..."

"Yeah, yeah," I say, pretending the gun doesn't frighten me.

But truthfully, there's a chord of tension inside of me,
plucking repeatedly.

What if the gun went off and hit Doggo? What then?

When I reach for the door handle, the man tuts.

"The dog stays. Give it to your aunt."

"Him," I correct reflexively. "Not it."I look down at Doggo 's innocent face. He's staring up at me with his wide eyes, with that quirk to his doggie lips that tells me he'd never hurt a soul.

"I can't leave him here if I don't know what I'm even doing."

"You can. You will. You need to hurry up. If Mr. Wang arrives before you're in place...."

Aunt Gianna huffs. "He can't lay a hand on her until after the wedding. That's the deal." Despite knowing how my aunt views me, her words sting. It makes me long for the day when I have somebody who truly loves me, who wants me for me, not for what money I can bring them.

"That's true," the man says, nodding. "But he didn't make any promises about the mutt."

"Just do what he says," Aunt Gianna hisses. "For Doggo."

I lean down and let him lick my face, tickling him behind the ear. "I'm going to be right back, okay? I won't be long." Handing him to my aunt, I step from the car, looking up at the warehouse. With all the metal and the shattered windows, it looks like some kind of beast, baring its gnarled teeth like it's going to swallow me up.
I walk toward it, taking a breath, no clue what's waiting for me.