Y/N's POV
When I arrived, I left the car in the middle of the street and sprinted to Martin's apartment block.
I punched in the code and rushed upstairs, grabbed the handle, and swung the door open. Inside, I saw Jimin's men. I crossed the threshold, feeling my strength abandoning me, and slid to the floor with my back to the wall.
Jimin was there, too, sitting next to Martin on the sofa. Seeing me, he jumped to his feet, Martin hot on his heels. The bodyguard standing closest shoved him in the chest, pushing him back to the couch.
"Where are your pills?" I heard the Man in Black asking, but his voice was fading away. "Laura!"
"I have some," Martin said.
When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the mattress in the bedroom with Jimin next to me.
"You're giving me more reasons to kill that guy than he has himself," he hissed angrily. "If not for the fact that you left your medicine here..." He trailed off, clenching his teeth.
"Let me talk to him," I said, sitting up. "You promised me. I trusted you."
Jimin kept quiet for a while before calling out in Korean. His men walked out through the doorway.
"All right, but I'll be here. You will talk in Polish, so I won't understand anyway, but I'll be sure he doesn't touch you."
I pushed myself up and slowly, groggily went back to the living room, where Martin was waiting on the couch, fuming. After he saw me, his glare became less hostile. I sat down next to him, and Jimin took the chair by the aquarium.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, worried.
"Want to hear the truth? I'm furious with both of you. I want to kill you both," I retorted. "What were you thinking, Martin?"
"What do you think I was thinking? I'm fighting for you. Isn't that what you wanted? Didn't you want me to fight for you? Give you more attention?" he asked. "Besides, I think you owe me some explanations. For example, who are those armed men, and what is that Korean prick doing in my house?"
I dropped my head, resigned.
"I told you it was over between us. You cheated on me, and I can never forgive that. And the man sitting in the armchair there is my future husband."
I knew those words would hurt him, but it was the only way to get rid of him and ensure he lived. Martin pinned me with an angry stare, grimacing.
"So that's what it was all about? You wanted to get married? And I didn't propose, so you found yourself some Korean gangster and now you're going to be his wife? You took your man on vacation only to find yourself another one? That's fucking evil."
Martin's mocking, derisive tone rubbed Jimin the wrong way. Then Jimin pulled out his gun and placed it on his knees. My fury with the both of them boiled over then. I'd had enough of all this. It was too much.
Switching to English so they both understood, I screamed at Martin, "I'm in love, get it? I don't want to be with you anymore! You cheated on me and humiliated me. You acted like a bastard on my birthday. Nothing is going to change that anymore. I don't want to see you again. And I've had it with you both now, so you can kill each other if that's what you want!" I turned to Jimin. "But that isn't going to change a thing. I decide about my life. Not either one of you. So, fuck off! Both of you!" I screamed, and stormed out.
Jimin called something to the men in the corridor and they followed me. I was faster, though, and knew the neighborhood better. I reached my car and drove off, tires screeching, leaving them behind. I knew normally they'd start shooting, but they couldn't.
