I don't know what's going on (Bonten x F!reader)

9

Mentions of blood and shooting.

Takeomi was the first to exit, followed by the others. When it was my turn, Sanzu reached out, his hand steady and firm, helping me out of the limousine. Mikey was the last to step out, his presence commanding as always.

The building before us was large and well-concealed within the woods, its isolation a clear attempt to hide it from the prying eyes of the city. Sanzu linked his arm with mine, his face unreadable. We all moved forward, the luxury of the surroundings immediately apparent, from the opulent walls to the extravagantly dressed people milling about. As we walked down the long hallways, I caught glimpses of hidden cameras, their discreet placements piquing my curiosity.

Why go through the trouble of hiding them?

Before we entered the grand hall, Sanzu leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. "Keep it natural," he whispered. I nodded, trying to mask my nervousness.

Inside, the hall was filled with people, and many heads turned in our direction. I kept my gaze steady, trying to look unfazed as we made our way to our seats. I sat beside Sanzu, taking in the luxurious surroundings. The room buzzed with conversation, the wealthy attendees flaunting their status through extravagant jewelry and designer clothes. A few women shot judgmental looks in my direction, likely noting the simplicity of my attire in contrast to their own flamboyance.

I glanced down at myself, feeling out of place. A single necklace and modest earrings were all I had to show, a stark contrast to the women dripping in gold and diamonds around me. Sanzu must have noticed my unease because his hand slid onto my thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Don't compare yourself to others."

My heart raced at his words, and I nodded, marveling at how easily he seemed to read my thoughts.

The lights dimmed suddenly, drawing everyone's attention to the stage. A man, likely in his mid-fifties, appeared. He wore a small microphone wrapped around his mouth and glasses perched on his nose. Despite his friendly smile, there was something unsettling about the way he carried himself.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen—" he began, but I quickly tuned him out. My eyes discreetly scanned the room, taking in each face, each detail. My gaze drifted to the ceiling, where I noticed something unusual, only one camera was pointed directly at Mikey. It was the only camera that seemed to zoom in on a specific person rather than the crowd. The realization made my heart skip a beat.

As the auctioneer began presenting the weapons, bids filled the air, Kokonoi calmly stating his price while consulting with Mikey and Takeomi. My attention, however, was drawn elsewhere. My breath caught in my throat as I spotted a familiar face in the crowd, Hakari, a close friend who worked for the government. He was intently watching the stage, his expression serious.

Hakari was known for his relentless pursuit of criminal organizations. He never mentioned Bonten to me, but his presence here could only mean one thing.

Panic gripped me. He hadn't seen me yet, but it was only a matter of time. I leaned into Sanzu, my voice urgent but controlled as I whispered, "We need to leave. Now."

Sanzu gave me a puzzled look, but I squeezed his hand tighter, signaling that this was serious.

If Hakari is here, it means we're walking into a trap. But how deep does this trap go? Are all these people in on it? Unlikely, there are too many. But if those cameras belong to Hakari, then he's piecing together my connection to Bonten. If he figures out I'm involved, he could have my apartment raided, and I'd be looking at prison bars by tomorrow morning.