From Darkness to Light: A Mafia Love Story

Unseen Battles(18)

Jungkook's body shifted, muscles taut as the knock on the door interrupted the tense silence between us. He sat up straight, his dominating presence temporarily taking a backseat as his gaze snapped to the door.

"Who is it?" he demanded, his voice sharp and commanding.

The door creaked open, revealing one of Jungkook's men, his expression laced with urgency. "Boss, there's something you need to see," the man said in a low, respectful tone.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, irritation flashing momentarily across his face. He glanced at me briefly, a shadow of thought crossing his features before refocusing on the man. "What is it?" he asked, his voice colder than before.

The man stepped further into the room and held out a tablet, face tense. "We've received intel on a potential threat," he said. "We need you to look at this."

Jungkook took the tablet, his gaze immediately locking onto the screen, the menace in his expression transforming into something sharper. He scanned the screen, eyes darting across the information as his brain switched to strategy, his entire demeanor hardening. The room was thick with tension, his mind clearly far away from what had just transpired between us.

He handed the tablet back and signaled his man to leave. As the door clicked shut, Jungkook's gaze slowly returned to me, scanning my face as if weighing his next move.

I sat silently, emotionless, waiting for him to speak. My body was composed, but inside, the turmoil from his dominance and the fragile state he'd pushed me into was barely contained.Jungkook's posture relaxed a bit, the edge of cruelty in his eyes softening, though his brow remained furrowed. He let out a slow, weary sigh, leaning back against the headboard. He studied me, noticing the exhaustion in my face, the toll of last night's events lingering in every fiber of my being.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft, a crack in his hard exterior.

I stared down at my hands. "I'm fine," I murmured, pausing briefly before adding softly, "You should go."

His eyes remained on me, his expression unreadable for a moment. "Are you sure?" His voice held concern, though it was buried beneath the weight of his usual control. "I can see you're not well. You're still weak from last night."

"I'm okay." I answered carelessly, trying to keep the vulnerability out of my voice. "I just need rest. You should go. It's important."

Jungkook's gaze lingered on me, his expression torn between dominance and something that almost resembled concern. "You're not fooling anyone," he said, his voice gentler but still firm. "I know you're still sick. You need to rest and recover, not push me away and ignore your health."

A bitter laugh almost escaped my lips, but I held it back. "I'm not fooling around. I've been taking care of myself since I was a child." I finally looked at him, locking eyes with him. 

"Besides... why do you care now? Aren't you the one who pushed me this far? And once I'm better, you'll push me again, and the cycle will go on, won't it?"

Jungkook's expression darkened at my bluntness. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as if trying to weigh how much of the truth he was willing to acknowledge.

"I care because you belong to me," he said, his voice returning to its cold and authoritative tone. "I pushed you because I can, and because I wanted to. And don't forget, the cycle will continue as long as you resist."

"I didn't resist last night." I shot back. "If I wanted to, I wouldn't have sat on the floor in the cold for hours, waiting for you to come back. You push me even when I'm already broken because you enjoy it, don't you?" My voice was harsh, the words cutting deeper than I intended.

His face tightened at the accusation, his gaze hardening as the truth in my words hit him. "Don't push it, little one," he warned, voice low and dangerous. "Yes, I take satisfaction in seeing you vulnerable. Don't forget who's in control."

He leaned forward, closing the space between us again, his eyes blazing with possessive dominance. "I can do whatever I want to you, and you'll just have to accept it. Keep mouthing off like that, and I'll make sure you regret it."

I stared back at him defiantly, my heart pounding but refusing to show fear. "Then keep enjoying it," I said bluntly, pushing myself up off the bed. "Enjoy my weak, vulnerable state."

Jungkook's expression was thunderous as he stood too, clearly aggravated by my audacity. "I always enjoy seeing you weak and vulnerable," he said, his voice dripping with cold authority. "And I have every right to. Don't forget, you belong to me. I don't take kindly to disobedience."

"You should go now," I said coldly, stepping away from him and heading to the bathroom. "They're waiting for you." Without waiting for a response, I closed the bathroom door behind me.

I heard him mutter something to himself, his tone a mix of annoyance and something darker. For a moment, I thought he might break down the door and continue this sick power play, but after a long silence, I heard the door to the room open and close, a sign that he'd finally left.

Sliding down against the bathroom wall, I let out a shuddering breath. The tears I had held in for so long finally broke free. All the emotions that I had bottled up, the fear, the pain, the helplessness—it all came flooding out.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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