7 MAFIA DADDIES ✅

**Chapter 8: Scars of the Past**

The air in the room was suffocating as the hot iron rod seared Y/N’s skin. Her body jerked involuntarily with each press, but she remained silent. Tears streamed down her face, not from fear but from the unbearable pain. Still, she refused to scream, even as her skin bled and burned under their punishment.

Once they were done, the Mafia Daddies untied her and left the room, expecting her to crumble from the agony they had inflicted. But Y/N, though shaking from the pain, slowly rose to her feet. Her breath was shallow, and every step felt like fire coursing through her veins, but she walked, dragging herself to the bathroom.

In the shower, the water ran red as it mixed with her blood, but she made no sound. Her face was a mask of quiet determination. She didn’t bother bandaging her wounds, even as they bled uncontrollably. Instead, she pulled on her clothes—tight pants and a shirt that clung painfully to her burned skin, the fabric irritating her fresh wounds. The pain was excruciating, but she pushed through it.

With shaking hands, Y/N entered the kitchen and began to cook for the Mafia Daddies. Every movement sent waves of pain through her body, but she forced herself to continue. When the food was ready, she placed it on the table and turned to face them, her voice steady despite everything.

“If you want to eat, go ahead,” she said coldly. “If not, do whatever you want. But if you think you need to worry about me, don’t bother. There’s nothing to worry about.”

She paused, meeting their shocked gazes, before continuing, “This is normal for me. I’ve already been through worse. I’ve used the iron rod before… from my own family. My mom, dad, brother, sister—they all did this to me. And after they were done, they expected me to cook for them too. I’ve already come from hell.”

Her words hit like a punch to the gut, and the room fell into a stunned silence.

Jin's hand froze mid-air, the shock evident in his eyes. “Her own family…?”

J-Hope stared at her, disbelief clouding his expression. “How could anyone survive that?”

V swallowed, guilt creeping into his voice. “We thought we were breaking her…”

Suga’s usual cool facade cracked for a moment as he processed her words. He had always thought of himself as someone hardened by the mafia life, but now he found himself questioning everything.

RM, who usually had a response for everything, was at a loss for words. “She’s been living in hell before we even touched her.”

As Y/N walked away, her steps slow but determined, the Mafia Daddies exchanged uneasy glances. They had never expected this—someone who had been through so much pain that even their punishments seemed like nothing in comparison. The realization that they hadn’t broken her, but instead were witnessing someone who had already been broken and rebuilt, left them whispering to each other in shock.