Mr. & Mrs. CEO || Jeon Jungkook

88|| Bucky and Cap

Jeon Lilac Carter

"Wrong passcode, please try again." I heard a mechanical voice, but the pain in my arm alerts me more.

I'm neither on the ground, nor lying down anywhere, my whole body feels like it's hanging.

"You asshole! You said you remember the passcode!" A guy shouted, he was a little far. Ew man shut the fuck up. My head hurts.

I keep my eyes closed, listening to a man. That's when my whole body was shifted, as if I was hugging someone.

"Man, she's so damm fucking hot! No one will know and we can share. Look at those goody titties!" I was disgusted. But I got a fair idea that I'm not safe right now.

What happened? How am I here?

The last thing I remember was my vision going blurry while I was in the washroom. Was I drugged?

"Shut up! She is Master's. If he gets to know that we laid our hands then forget them being stuck to your body." the far man threatened, "Also, go to Mr. Carter and get the code, we need to take her to him before the drug fades out."

Yep, I was drugged. I lied the same way I was, not moving at all. Putting my useless talent of acting asleep to work.

"Yes sir," I was handled to a better smelling man while the previous guy took few steps, the boss guy shouts, "No, come back, you'll mess up again." the previous guy listens and walks towards me, holding my back to his chest as he pulled me towards him.

The boss guy walked away, no more boots thumping audible. "Jeon is a lucky fucker right? Gets to fuck senses out of you ever–"

Blood gushed out. Unpleasant sound of gagging. The guard passing out. Everything happened within a millisecond after my knife carved a deep slice into his filthy neck.

"Ew," I shrugged, the smell of blood making me nausous. I'm not in the Mansion anymore. I don't know where I am. I don't have my phone with me.

I look around, a huge metallic door standing proud, as if protecting innocents behind it. Definately not. I hear footsteps as I ran to a corner of the dim lit corridor. Footsteps came closer followed by a gasp.

"Fucking bitch!" The bossy guy cursed and I kick him behind the knee joint, making him fall. But before he turned back to hit me, I threw my body weight on him, locking his hand behind his back, pulling his leg up to touch his palm. And there goes my extra knife, piercing them, pinning them both together.

From where did I get this grossy idea?

The boss guy screamed in pain and I faced him, deadpanning. "Who's a bitch now, bastard?" I kneeled in front of him. "What's the code?" I asked, my favourite knife pointing at the side of his neck, ready to get plunged in.

"I wont– ahhhh!" I pushed it a little, drawing out blood like a waterfall.

"What is the fucking code?"

"One-nine-nine-seven-one-one-two-six." I widened my eyes, "Let me go, please. Please!" he begged as I stood up to walk towards the door.

I punched in the familar numbers, disbelief taking over. I scoffed bitterly and walked back to the boss guy, "Sorry brother, appreciate your loyalty towards your motherfucking master." I pushed the knife further into his neck, blood gushed out as the life evaporated out of his eyes. I took back both of my knifes as I walked inside, cautious of possible threats.