Forced To Marry The Mafia

Family Matters pt.1

I winced as I slowly lifted Taehyung's arm from around me, careful not to wake him. Grabbing my phone from the bedside table, I glanced at the time—it was three a.m. Silently slipping out of bed, I tiptoed out of the room, making my way to Azalea's room.

A soft knock on her door preceded my entrance. "Aza, are you awake?" She greeted me, dressed in a robe and brushing her hair. "Yeah, I'm up," she confirmed. Quietly, I entered her room. "I have to take a shower here, or else Taehyung will wake up," I explained with a sigh. Understanding my position, she nodded, "Sure, I'll get you some clean underwear." I nodded back and retreated into her bathroom, grabbing one of the spare toothbrushes to freshen up before stepping into the shower.

Emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, I found a fresh pair of underwear waiting for me on the bed. After slipping them on, I secured the towel around myself and headed downstairs. The house was eerily silent as I made my way to the underground rooms, where I could already hear Azalea getting ready.

"I need to go on a fucking diet; this shit almost didn't fit," she remarked, gesturing to her gear. I couldn't help but laugh. "With an ass like yours, you don't need a diet," I teased. She chuckled, acknowledging the truth in my words. "You're right, can't risk losing this ass," she quipped.

After donning my own gear, I chuckled at the familiarity of the situation. "I never thought I'd be putting this stuff on again," I admitted. Azalea shrugged, a grin playing on her lips. "That's life, full of unexpected shit," she remarked. I nodded in agreement as I fastened the straps of my gear.

"You sure you can handle yourself out there? You haven't done this in a while." She asked, drawing a smirk from me. "Don't worry about me. Muscle memory never forgets." She rolled her eyes playfully, but there was a hint of reassurance in her expression. "Just don't get yourself killed. We have enough to deal with without having to plan a funeral," she quipped.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I replied dryly, double-checking my weapon. The weight of it felt strangely comforting in my hands, despite the gravity of our mission.

Azalea proposed a challenge, sparking my interest. "Okay, let's make this more interesting," she suggested. I tied my hair back, intrigued. "I'm listening." As she proposed a competition for the most headshots, I couldn't help but laugh. "Are you sure you want to do that?" I teased. Determined, she nodded, daring me not to back down.

"The deal is on," I agreed, grabbing additional tools as Azalea looked on curiously. When questioned about the grappling hook, I couldn't help but deadpan. "Did you think we were just going to walk into a building and use the stairs to get to the rooftop?" I explained. She seemed momentarily puzzled by my response, prompting me to clarify our plan for the rendezvous at Macerio's.

Azalea cocked a brow, her expression a mix of scepticism and curiosity. "Who's your informant?" she inquired as I gathered the necessary gear. I sighed, grabbing a few more items. "It's Tino's assistant," I confessed, noting the concern in Azalea's eyes. "But don't worry, he's infatuated with me. He can barely string a sentence together when he talks to me."

Azalea's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Plus, I may have hinted that after we take care of Tino, I'd... fuck him," I admitted with a mischievous grin. "He wouldn't be able to cash in on that reward if we're dead, right?"

Azalea burst into laughter, trying to contain herself. "You did not! What if Taehyung finds out?" she exclaimed between giggles. I shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I'm not actually planning on fulfilling that promise. It's just a little incentive," I explained, though a playful glint danced in my eyes.

"You're something else," Azalea remarked, shaking her head in amusement. "Let's get going."

With Azalea shouldering her case and me carrying the duffel bag and case, we headed to our destination. Along the way, the anticipation built, the adrenaline already starting to pump through our veins.