Destiny: Falling for the Mafia (TaehyungXReader)

Mafia's Soon-To-Be Bride

Author POV

In a completely dark alley, where nobody would want to come at night, were two people.

"She has to be obedient." The hoarse voice said dominantly.

"Yes sir. She's a meek one.". 

"You have no problem with us disposing of her after she produces an heir?" He was curious.

"No sir, I'd be happy with it."

"Huh! You are willing to sell your daughter for some pieces of paper, aren't you?"

"Stepdaughter sir. Such a girl can't be my daughter."

"All right. I'll get going now." The man turned to leave.

"Sir..."

"Hmm?"

"Pardon me, but...the money?" He sounded hesitant.

"Ah, yes. 10 Million Won will be given to you after the wedding. And we'll be the ones paying the wedding's expenses."

"Thank you, sir, thank you." 

Y/N POV

Wham! The sound of the door hitting the wall came, as always. My stepfather was home.

"Where are you, lazy bitch?" Drunk, as always.

"Coming." I went towards the door and closed it. "The dinner is in the kitch-"

"Well then bring it on the table! Why do you think I'm keeping you in my house?" I flinched as he yelled. But I won't complain.

He was in a somewhat better mood. He didn't hit me within 2 minutes of his arrival.

"Sorry, I'll do it.

"Now!"

I hurriedly brought the food and set it on the plates. My leg was already paining from the fall I had when he hit me yesterday, all this work was making it worse.

All these years, after my mother's death were horrible. My stepfather hits me as often as he becomes drunk. Which, FYI, is almost always. I studied at a university on scholarship. He forced me to work after that and give him all the money so he can pay off all his debts which keep on increasing. So meet my stepfather...

He's a gambler, alcoholic, abusive, and of course, a bastard.

"Where's the ketchup, you idiot?" I gave him the ketchup.

He looked like he wanted to say something but was waiting for the right time. Strange. He usually spits out everything on my face.

He completed his dinner and made his way to his room. 15 minutes, new record.

"You're getting married to a Mafia tomorrow. Just thought I'll let you know." What! What the fuck did I just hear?

"What do you mean?" I stood up from the table.

"I mean exactly what I said." He didn't even turn. Anger burned my veins. Enough.

"No, I won't."

"What did you say?" He turned around with his eyes open.

"I said I won't get married. I won't-" A rough hand came crashing on my face which made me stumble.

17 minutes. Fair enough.

"I said you WILL!" He hissed in my ears and twisted my arms, making me gasp.

He hit my head on the wall. My head stung, it felt dizzy.

I could vaguely make out his furious face as he said, "Be prepared."

Author POV

Y/N collapsed on the floor. When she woke up, she cautiously got up and went to her room, dragging her leg since it pained more. She carefully got on the bed and began to think.

Y/N POV

My head was fine but the leg was paining. I figured that crying and stressing over the problem wouldn't do. Let's go over the possible solutions. I should make a plan. A real one.

I took a piece of paper. Writing the plan would be better. It feels professional.

Run Away

No, that was impossible. He mentioned it was a Mafia. There would be many guards.

I crossed it out.

Make a Mess in the Vows

That won't work either. The Mafia, remember Y/N! I would be forced, even the priest might be on their side.

I put a cross again.

Act Like I'm Mad

No, no. Nobody there will be an idiot like me.

I just rolled the paper up and threw it across the room. I put my head on the pillow and switched off the lights.

What's done is done.

I do hope he's handsome.

And good.

Nah, a Mafia can't be good.

But he can be a handsome one.

Ugh! I cleared the stray thoughts out of my head and slept.

Author's Note

Thank you so much veronicatruter for voting on Threads of the Past.

You're the 1st vote I got!

*giggles hysterically*