RULE NO1 || Jung Hoseok

Playing The Field

few days later, Y/n and Hoseok found themselves in New Jersey, outside the imposing walls of the prison facility where Dontè Delgado was held. The air was tense as they parked, Hoseok gripping the steering wheel with a tight, controlled demeanor.

Y/n took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. She turned to Hoseok, her expression resolute. "I'm going in to see Dontè Delgado," she said firmly.

Hoseok nodded, his gaze serious as he looked at her. "I'll wait here," he replied, his voice steady. "But remember, Y/n, stay focused and be careful. Don't give him any leverage do not trust him ."

Y/n nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. She stepped out of the car and walked towards the entrance of the prison, her heart pounding with a mix of apprehension and determination. Inside, she announced her purpose to the guards, who led her through the secure corridors to where Dontè was being held.

Entering the visitor's room, Y/n saw Dontè Delgado sitting across the table, his gaze fixed on her with a mixture of surprise and calculation. She took a seat, maintaining a composed exterior despite the conflicting emotions swirling within her.

"I'm here to talk," Y/n began evenly, her voice steady.

Dontè leaned back, studying her with a knowing smile. "Ah, Y/n Lennox, the mini version of my kendolla " he murmured, his voice smooth yet edged with underlying menace. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Y/n's resolve hardened as she observed Dontè Delgado's unsettling gaze, his eyes lingering on her with a mix of familiarity and unsettling intent. She glanced briefly at the departing security guards, her discomfort palpable, before turning back to Dontè with a steely expression.

"I need this conversation to be private," Y/n asserted firmly, her voice cutting through the air with determination.

Dontè's smile widened slightly, his demeanor oozing with confidence as he leaned back in his chair. "Privacy, hm? I can respect that," he purred, his tone dripping with implication.

The guards hesitated for a moment, glancing at each other before complying with Dontè's silent command. They exited the room, leaving Y/n and Dontè alone in the sterile visitor's area of the prison.

As soon as they were alone, Y/n felt a wave of unease wash over her, exacerbated by Dontè's unsettling gaze that seemed to undress her with his eyes. She maintained her composure, keeping a safe distance between them, but couldn't shake off the discomfort that settled in the pit of her stomach.

"I'm not here to entertain you, Dontè," Y/n said sharply, her voice laced with defiance. "I'm here for answers."

Dontè chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. "Always so serious, Y/n," he remarked casually, his gaze still fixed on her. "But then again, I suppose you always were."

Y/n fought the urge to react, keeping her focus on the purpose of her visit. "Cut the games," she retorted, her tone firm. "I want to know about your connections, your plans. How do you fit into all of this?"

Dontè leaned forward, his expression turning more serious. "You think you're safer on the other side, playing house with Hoseok and his gang?" he asked pointedly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You and your sisters, dancing on the edge of this world. It's not a place for the faint-hearted, Y/n."

Y/n clenched her fists under the table, resisting the urge to react to Dontè's taunts. "I'm not here to debate my choices with you," she replied evenly, her jaw set with determination. "I need information, Dontè. About everything."

Dontè studied her for a long moment, his gaze narrowing slightly. "Information comes at a price, Y/n," he finally replied cryptically, his smile returning. "What will you offer in return for what you seek?"