Sympathy

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(WARNING: IMPLIED MENSIONS OF SEXUAL CONDUCT, ABUSE, MENTION OF BRUISES AND SCARS. IMAGINE YOUR DRESS BUT IT HAS TO BE RED)

Walking into the elevator, Y/n felt uncomfortable in the dress, used to the old tattered pants and shirt.

"Fix your face." Mrs. Barker scolded her. "You look even uglier."

"Yes, ma'am." Y/n inhaled before placing a small smile.

"That's better." The woman huffed before fluffing her coat more, applying even more red lipstick before stepping out with the family.

Y/n walked slightly behind them, taught to never cause a distraction with her strange looks.

Her smile got wider as she felt a flutter in her chest, almost forgetting the stinging in her back until one of the triplets hit her in the spot.

The waiter they were following opened the door, showing the short hallway that led to the meeting room.

Rounds of laughter came from the room as men and ladies of all two families enjoyed the music and drinks poured from the servants.

Both male and female took the pole to entertain the guests while lights of all colors flashed through the room.

"Ah, the Reds!" A man walked up to them with his arms outstretched for a hug.

Albert Hartman, another businessman but in the dark, holds account for many droughts and floods in lower-class cities.

Y/n's eyes twitched as she thought of how dangerous this man was. Seriously, he owns the fucking Leviathan.

"Mr. Blue." Merrick acknowledged but gave the man a smile as he was his old friend. "Where are the blacks?"

"In the room." Albert pointed to the tall door at the side, a secluded room that was soundproof. "Good luck."

"Don't need any." Merrick fixed his tie and walked along. "Come on, Y/n."

Y/n tried to ignore the glare the married woman gave to her just before she joined the other married women.

Yes, Albert decided to marry six women out of greed and lust.

Walking slightly behind the men, she paid attention to her purse more than anything, knowing that she was just going to be eyecandy or placed in a deal between them.

It was always what Merrick did.

Merrick wanted something, he used Y/n as collateral.

"Mr. Kim." Merrick greeted immediately as he stepped into the room, bowing at his waist with Albert.

"Hello." A deep voice greeted, chairs screeched along the floor as the men stood their feet and bowed as well.

Y/n looked up as she heard the voice, spotting seven pairs of eyes staring at her while the two bowed.

Shit.

👾👾👾👾👾

The room was silent except for the humming of seductive music in the background as some strippers took the poles in the room.

Two strippers for each men, eyes set on who they want.

It was ridiculous how there were eighteen strippers in this room, and the Kims had their eyes on Y/n seated beside Merrick, who was at the head of the table.

"Let's get to business, now." Merrick leaned forward, motioning to Albert for the visuals. "We offer a deal."

"What deal?" The head of the seven leaders gang spoke up.