[ complete ] 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅

46. 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒓

I pull up the car into the massive garage. The roaring of the engine calms down as the car comes to a stop. The Jeon estate looks abandoned. I step out of the car, locking the door behind me.

Why is there no guard? Did Jungkook give all of them a holiday? He didn't tell me? I open the door of the main entrance, my eyes fall on the dark living room's couch right in front of the door.

I turn on the lights as I step in and lock the door behind me. But at that very intense moment, I am pushed against the door, my face pressed against the hard wood, my arm twisted and pressed on my back.

"Ah," a sudden gasp of fear and pain escapes my mouth, my eyes shut tightly as my breath becomes heavy, the adrenaline rush causing my heartbeat to quicken.

"Who are you?" I manage to spit the question out of my throat. "We need to talk," that was the answer. The voice sounded like a man, a man so familiar, heavy, husky, and deep.

"About what?" I questioned, my voice and lips trembling with fear. His face leaned in at the crook of my neck from behind, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

He whispered, his voice deadly low, "About your husband...." He took a pause, and continued, "....and his little ex-girlfriend."

My eyes widened in confusion. I could not bring myself to ask another question. The cold metallic knife pressed on my spinal cord, making a shiver run down my spine.

"What about them?" I managed to whisper out. He chuckled evilly.

"About who murdered and raped his little girlfriend," he whispered, his tone teasing.

Rape? It's something Jungkook didn't tell me about. Maybe it must have slipped his mind, or he didn't want to tell me? He never wanted to talk about this, about his girlfriend.

"What?" I questioned again. He pressed my face more on the wooden door.

"He himself murdered his girlfriend," he whispered, his voice dangerous, "and raped her."

"No, he didn't," that was a quick answer that slipped out of my mouth as quickly as he completed his comment about my husband.

He pushed me harder against the door, causing me to yelp in pain. "You believe him too much," he commented.

"Let go of me," I protested.

"Feisty," he chuckled. "You're too brave for your own good."

"Have you ever wondered where he disappears in the middle of the night?" He asked, his finger trailing down my neck to my shoulder, then to my arms, causing goosebumps.

"He...he goes to work," I replied, just to end up hearing him chuckle at me. "Dumb," he murmured.

"He's a mafia....," he rasped, the tip of the knife trailing down my neck. "....most cruel one I've ever known."

"Let go of me," I yelled, but he pressed the knife into my shoulder, causing me to groan in pain. I'm trapped, completely by an unknown guy who happened to break into my house and had me pressed up against the door with a knife digging into my shoulder.

"Watch your tone," he ordered, leaving no room for argument.

"What do you want from me?" I murmured, finally unable to hold back my tears. They slipped out of the corners of my eyes, rolling down to my jawline.

His fingers traced the tears on my chin, wiping them away. "Don't cry, Princess," he grabbed my chin, making me face him. I was no longer with my face pressed against the door, but now my back was pressed against it, blood oozing from the back of my shoulder, causing pain. He was wearing a face mask that covered a wide portion of his face, with only his eyes left uncovered.