MAFIA

PART 19: POV You

You moaned in pain as you tightly wrapped the cloth around your arm to stop the bleeding. Luckily, the bullet went through without hitting the bone. You leaned back against the bed, sitting on the floor. You need at least something that can be used as a weapon. You looked around. Come on, Taehyung, I'm sure even as a teenager you were thinking about how to kill this psycho.

You carefully examined the bookshelves. Found it, you moaned as you took out Taehyung's favorite book. You chuckled when you saw the folding knife inside. You obviously don't know your son, you muttered through gritted teeth. You wonder how long you spent here? You had difficulty to keep track of time because of the drug that knocked you out in your house.

You hoped Taehyung is doing well, you thought as you looked out the window at the falling snow. "And why does every Christmas with you turn into a disaster," you asked, grinning as if Taehyung could hear you.

You flinched when you heard the sound of the door unlocking. You quickly returned to the bed, hiding the knife between the pillows.

"I wouldn't do stupid things if I were you." said the guard going inside with a first aid kit in his hands. You didn't say anything as you held out your hand with the bloodied tissue. You definitely needed help with your wound to escape. You sat motionless while the guard stitched up and treated your wound. You snorted at the overly professional surgical stitches, even afraid to imagine how many times Taehyung had been stitched up while he was in this house.

Your eyes widened when you saw the stun gun on the guard's belt. Perfect, you thought as you considered your attack. You fell to the floor feigning fainting as soon as he finished, forcing the guard to kneel beside you. You grabbed the stun gun, quickly knocking out the guard. God, what kind of idiots work here, you swore. You took out of guard's pocket keys and locked the door to make sure no one got in.

You tied up the guard before taking everything he had out of his pockets. Excellent phone! Damn and why now the only number you remember was Jungkook's number. It's clearly not a good idea to call your brother, and there will be even less help from the police, you thought while trying to remember Taehyung's number.

You pointed the gun at the guard when he woke up and open his eyes. "I wouldn't do stupid things if I were you!" you said. Although there was no guarantee of your safety to stay in this room. You knocked out the guard again with the stun gun as you headed for the door. You had to hide and come up with a plan to escape from here, preferably without additional bullet holes. You cautiously left the room and made your way to the end of the dark corridor.

They're even dumber than you thought, you thought as you noticed the lack of security cameras around. You sighed when you were able to reach to the attic. This will be the last place they will look for you once they find you missing from the room. You hid behind a closet at the end of the attic, scrolling through the guard's phone book. You stopped when one number seemed familiar. Isn't that the name of Taehyung's personal guard? Why was Taehyung's father's guard holding his number.

"Can you trust at least someone in your circle, Taehyung?" you whispered, leaning your head against the wall.

It was better if you had a Taehyung number! You growled. Your head still couldn't think clearly. You must remember his number! You continued to tap your head against the wall, hoping it would help.