The Mafia's Love

Chapter 1

Li-na crept into the house, quietly slipping her shoes off and setting down her school bag.

She dared not make a noise, lest her father lash out at her for disturbing him.

Her ears pricked up at the sound of shouting and deep voices coming from the living room, and pattered towards the door with fear instilling into her limbs.

Through the small crack between the open door and a cupboard she'd hid behind, she could make out many tall men wearing black suits, and then her father, kneeling on the ground in his cardigan and ripped pajama bottoms.

She hugged her knees, watching with wide eyes as a man in blood red struck him across the face with the side of a gleaming gun in his hand, anger clearly visible in his tensed eyes.

"What do you think of yourself?" He growled, signalling for the guard behind her dad to smack him hard with a golf club.

Li-na shivered. That same club had stricken her across the arms and legs as well.

Her father yowled in pain, whimpering and cursing, as the young girl pressed her chin into her knees, frightened.

"Fuck you, Kim Taemu, and your stupid son," Jaeyoung rasped, glaring up at his captor with hatred. "You are nothing but trash, you scumbags-"

His words were drowned out with a scream as a boy in deep purple pushed a dagger into his shoulder from behind before wrenching it back out.

Jaeyoung fell to the ground, yelling in pain, as the same boy stepped straight onto the fresh wound with his polished black shoe.

"Think twice before insulting my father, prick," he hissed, a vein popping out from his neck in rage.

"You disrespectful brat," Jaeyoung cursed.

"I'm merely showing you the consequences for your loose tongue, Bae Jaeyoung. I told you not to mess up when we borrowed you money, didn't I? I warned you,"

Taemu stepped up, holding his son back and pulling out his gun again. "Any last words, Jaeyoung?"

"Meet you in hell, asshole,"

The trigger was pulled; a loud bang erupted followed by an ungodly scream. Li-na crumpled up into a tiny, shaking ball as she watched her father's blood spurt out of his body, which contorted with a jerk before laying completely still.

She took long, hard breaths, trying not to make any noise, frozen in her position.

She hadn't realized a boy in purple was stood towering over her trembling body, his hands in his pockets and his head tilted to the side.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

TAEHYUNG'S POV

The girl was miniscule.

She tensed immediately after hearing my voice, clenching her arms that were drawn around her knees tighter.

"Taehyung?" Dad came over to where I was stood, glancing at the guards who were cleaning up the trash's body. "Oh, lord,"

He gazed down at the small child, blinking in confusion.

"Bae Jaeyoung had a child?"

One of my father's most trusted friends, Min Yoonseok, stepped forwards and placed his hand on Father's shoulder.

"What's wrong, Taemu? You look pale,"

"Seok, I just killed that young girl's father," he answered, a bit shaken. Uncle Seok looked at her, who refused to move or even shift a little, and sighed.