The Mafia's Love

Chapter 11

LISA'S POV

"This is Number 42... 46... 44... Oh! There's 45,"

I grabbed Li-na, who was silently freaking out and brushing her hair out of her face.

"Let's go in!"

I pushed the door open, revealing a group of men, some young enough to be around 20, some a lot older, ranging from 30 to 35.

Kai was not among the men.

"What are these two beauties doing here?" One snickered, nudging the man sat on his right.

I glanced at Li-na, who frowned.

"Excuse me," she said. "We're looking for a man named Jong-in-"

"Oh!" He chuckled. "You're the girls Kai sent,"

Li-na and I shared a glance.

What was going on?

"So, boys," a man wearing a leather jacket got up, cracking his knuckles. "Should we get down to business?"

JUNGKOOK'S POV

Where is he?

I wandered down the hallways in our family mansion, occasionally opening doors to different rooms.

I may or may not have accidentally walked in on a guard and a maid making out while searching for my father.

"Yuck," I groaned, dragging a hand over my eyes. "Sorry for the interruption,"

The two moved away from eachother, bowing 90° as I clambered out of the room, sauntering into one of the smaller kitchens.

"Jungkook," Father said sternly. "You're finally here,"

I bowed my head. "You called for me?"

"I have a small mission for you," he put down the sandwich he was chewing on, wiping his hands on a napkin and then bringing out a document.

I looked over the information of the man, nodding slightly. "You want him brought back, or finished in the job, Dad?"

"Finish him off there. I'll send a clean up crew after you,"

"Okay,"

I went to my room, sliding on a big hoodie and mask, before strapping a belt to my waist, guns hanging off of it.

Making my way into a black SUV, I set up my earpiece, listening to my dad.

"He's at The Marigold. Remember, quick, quiet death,"

"Got it,"

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

I slipped to the backrooms, hand on the gun at my waist.

The target was currently living it up, drink in hand and girl at waist.

Great.

I guess the girl had to go too.

I aimed my gun, the bullet making almost no noise as it whizzed through the air, piercing him in the back and giving him no time to scream.

He slumped, blood seeping from his body, as the girl screamed, before dropping to the ground, dead.

I took off the silencer, sliding the gun back into the belt, and signalling to the men Dad had sent.