From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story

✨THE COLD PORT✨

The day started like any other, with the hum of the house and the ever-present sense of isolation that had become my norm. But then, my phone rang. The name on the screen was one I hadn't seen in months—my father's. I stared at it, feeling a mix of shock and trepidation. He hadn't reached out since the wedding, and his absence had been a silent reminder of how fractured our relationship was.

With a trembling hand, I answered the call.

"Hello?" I said my voice barely above a whisper.

"Y/N," came his voice, hesitant and unfamiliar. "How are you?"

"I'm... okay, I guess," I replied, still stunned. "What's going on?"

He seemed nervous, which was odd considering how stoic he usually was. "I need you to do me a favor."

I was taken aback. "What is it?"

"I need you to go to Jungkook's office and pick up a file. Mr. Jeon asked for it."

Confusion clouded my mind. "Why me?"

"Just do as I say," he said, his tone sharp. "It's Mr. Jeon's order. The file is a red one, labeled 'Mission Z.' Bring it to the address I'll send you. Don't tell anyone. Come alone. Goodbye."

Before I could ask him more, the line went dead. My heart pounded in my chest as I processed his words. I was left with a sense of foreboding, but I had no choice but to follow through.

I made my way to Jungkook's office, trying to steady my nerves. The building felt unusually quiet, and as I walked through the halls, my footsteps echoed eerily. I found the file—red, just as described—marked with "Mission Z" in bold letters. I took a deep breath and prepared to leave.

But as I was heading out, one of the guards stopped me. His expression was stern, but there was an underlying hesitation. "Where are you going, Mrs. Jeon?"

I was caught off guard. "I'm just going shopping. Luca is with me," I said, trying to sound casual.

The guard raised an eyebrow. "Luca isn't here, Mrs. Jeon."

I felt a surge of irritation mixed with fear. "And why does that matter? I'm just going out. It's not a big deal."

"It's not just about you going out," he said firmly. "We need to know where you're going and why."

I felt my frustration rising. "Are you seriously stopping Jungkook's wife? Do you have any idea what that could mean for you? I could have you fired or worse."

His eyes widened in fear. "I'm just following orders, ma'am. But if you insist on leaving, I suppose I can't stop you."

He stepped aside reluctantly, and I seized the opportunity to escape. I made my way to the car, heart racing. The drive to the address was long and unsettling, filled with a growing sense of dread. The location was a desolate port, far from the city. It took about an hour to reach, and as I pulled up, my stomach twisted with unease.

When I arrived, the sight that greeted me was something I could never have prepared for. Jungkook was there, his posture rigid and commanding. My father was on his knees, pleading, his voice choked with desperation.

I could only catch fragments of their conversation, but the words "You betrayed us" were unmistakable. My blood ran cold as Jungkook raised his gun and fired. The sound of the shot echoed through the empty harbor, and my father collapsed. The scene before me was surreal and horrifying, and I struggled to process the reality of it all.