𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐓𝐄𝐃 | 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

II - restart

The car ride was unsurprisingly tense. You were crammed inside the same vehicle as Ryu, with his broad shoulders pressed up against yours in the back seat. He'd said that he intended for you to work and pay off your father's debt, but you wouldn't be surprised if he changed his mind and decided to kill you instead.

And yet he still had the nerve to try and make small talk with you.

"Oh, I suppose I should apologize for how sudden our visit was," he commented offhandedly. "I am sorry for your loss. You must still be in the process of grieving, but life goes on, as they say."

His tone was dripping with insincerity, and you had every right to want to knee him in the balls, but you also had no desire to accelerate your death. So, you stayed quiet. Avoided eye contact, avoided his questions. You just stayed as still as possible and tried to keep from breaking down.

After a little while, the car parked right outside your apartment. You couldn't even pretend to act surprised. They'd looked into your family's background and tracked down the location of the funeral; it went without saying that they had an idea of where you lived too.

Well, not for much longer, by the sounds of it.

"Pack a few belongings, and then leave your keys with one of my men," Ryu instructed. His dark eyes narrowed. "And don't even think about trying to run away. You don't want to find out what happens when you test my patience."

You nodded briskly. Two of his subordinates followed you up to your apartment and waited as you grabbed some clothes, your laptop, and a few other valuables. You didn't want to drag this out too long. Ryu had already hinted that he wasn't a particularly patient guy.

Once you were finished and had everything packed up in two suitcases, you looked back over your shoulder. It was a small, cheap one-bedroom place, but you'd been living here for a while now. Leaving so suddenly just didn't feel natural. Well, not that any part of this arrangement was natural to begin with.

One of the men extended his hand out. "Give me the keys," he ordered. "We'll make sure the lease is settled."

"What are you going to do? My contract isn't up yet."

"None of your business. All you need to do is listen up and keep your mouth shut. If the boss says to do something, you do it."

They didn't seem to care much for your company. Then again, you hadn't really expected for a group of yakuza to be all that friendly.

Keeping your gaze low to the ground, you stepped out of the apartment, dragging your luggage behind you. They loaded all your belongings into the trunk, and then you were back in the car again, right by Ryu's side. Much to your immense dismay.

"All good?" he asked.

You nodded.

"What, are you mute all of a sudden? When I speak to you, you'd better answer properly."

"Everything's good," you affirmed, swallowing uncomfortably. Ryu stared at you for a few moments before eventually scoffing in your face. You didn't really know what he expected. Your mother had just recently died, and you were scared for your life. It was taking all your strength not to cry in front of these people again.

The drive took a while. You had no clue where you were heading, but it wouldn't have made a difference anyways. Ryu's lackeys had taken the liberty of confiscating your cell phone, so you couldn't call for help even if you were willing to take the risk. Ironically, the most frustrating part in all of this was not that you were being taken against your will, but that your father's words from all those years ago were playing in your mind on a loop.