𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

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Y/N's POV-

The moment I hit my toes on the table while preparing lunch just before leaving to work, I felt a pang of frustration.

Generations of women before me might have seen it as a bad situation, but for me, it was just a minor inconvenience to be endured while already running late for work.

I should have taken it as a sign, called out of work, treated myself to yummy food, slipped back into my comfy pajamas, and spent the entire day watching movies and dramas.

If the day had gone as planned - work, a quick coffee shop visit, and then the car ride home - I probably never would have given that table a second thought.

But, as hands suddenly appeared out of nowhere, one muffling my scream, and the other lifting me off my feet, it was the first thing that crossed my mind leaving me peddling the air for a horrifying, soul-stopping moment before I found myself pushed toward a waiting black van.The kind without windows.

And, I noticed with horror as I was shoved into it, glued up the walls, to muffle the sounds of screams. To prevent anyone from banging frantically on the metal to attract attention.

How many women had they snatched off the street to require them to outfit their vehicle for kidnapping?

'Oh my god my car'... those men even took away my car...

"Just get in with her" a man barked from the front seat.

"You're going to be seen," he added. "If you f*ck up this job, I swear to God..." he went on as the man jumped inside the back with me, and slid the door closed.

I noticed their accent.That was more Busan than seoul.

What the heck would a couple of guys from the Busan come to seoul to kidnap a woman for?

They had plenty of women in their own backyard.

Unless...

No.

Nope.

I wasn't going to let my mind go there.

I'd spent way too many hours of my life worrying needlessly that my family's Family business would end up hurting me in some way.

And it never did.

So there was no reason to believe it would now. 

Besides, the mafia didn't deal in women. They left us out of it. Or, at least, they always had in the past.

"F*cking Christ!"
the man in the back with me growled,narrowly missing the heel of my shoe as I kicked out my legs.

I should have listened to my brothers when they'd encouraged me to take martial arts instead of dance.What the hell good did dance do for me? It certainly didn't help me fight off a kidnapper, that was for sure.

The guy in the back with me was thoroughly average in the looks department. Dark hair, dark eyes, with a somewhat soft chin. But,still a lot stronger than me.

"Bit*h"
he growled as my hand shot out, my fingernails scratching down his face.

"Just fu*king tie her up or something"
the man from the front demanded.

"We got a fu*kin' forty-minute drive. She's gonna pop your eye out at this rate."

"At least she's not—"
the man with me started to say just as I sucked in a deep breath, harnessed my inner horror-movie-girl, and screamed at the top of my fucking lungs.

"Shit"
he hissed, body dropping down on mine and slapping his hand over my mouth, fingers bruising in.

"Shut the f*ck up"
he growled in a tone that suggested he didn't understand why I was making such a big fuss.

"Hold on.I think I got some duct tape,man"
the driver said, reaching over to rifle through his glove box, then tossing back a giant silver roll of tape.

I didn't want to know why a man had a need to drive around with duct tape in his glove box. All I knew was it couldn't be good, right?

The man on top of me dropped the tape down beside my head before lifting up one knee, using it to pin down one of my arms. And then the next. Until I was helpless to do anything but try to wiggle around like a fish.

"Tell me when"
the man on me demanded to the driver who had slowed to a stop.

"Hold on. Let me turn down the side street" the driver said.

"Okay" he said a moment later.

"Get it done" he added.
And just like that, the hand lifted from my mouth.

But before I could draw in a breath to scream again, duct
tape was being taped across my mouth.

"There. Done."

"Do her arms, man. Then you could ride up here with me."

"Yeah"
the guy on top of me said, scooting back, then tossing me onto my stomach. Pain shot through my cheekbone as my face slammed against the hard floor.

"Easy,man." the driver growled.

"If we bring her in all f*cked up state,boss is gonna be pissed."

But he'd already wrenched my arm back and up to wrap a layer of tape to it, the stickiness nipping at my skin.

Then just like that, the weight was lifted as the man climbed off of me and moved between the front two seats to drop into the passenger one with a groan.

"She f*cked up my face" he growled.

"You were ugly before, you're ugly now," the driver said,tone light and teasing. "Don't see the problem."

"Mother f*cker" the other guy grumbled as I threw myself onto my back.

"Turn the music on or something in case she starts knocking around" the driver said.

I was considering trying to kick the walls or doors.But, clearly, they had all their bases covered. 

The music started thumping from the speakers, making it impossible to hear my kidnappers, though I was slightly aware of their voices.

Gagged and bound, I had nothing to do but think.

For several horrific moments, I thought about all the typical things women thought about in situations like this.

About all the ways a man could hurt a woman.

It wasn't long, though, until I remembered that I wasn't the average woman.Which meant I had to look at this whole situation as more than a snatch and grab kidnapping and potential rape by random, strange men.

See, they'd said something about their boss.

Their boss.

From Busan.

A low, pathetic whimper escaped me as the name flashed across my mind.

It couldn't be him.

But, also, it couldn't be anyone else, could it?

JEON JUNGKOOK

The boss of the Jeon family.

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