THE MAFIA FALLS FOR LAWYER GIRL

part 2

The air in Jimin's office grew colder as Yn weighed her options. Leaving now could mean losing a chance to uncover the truth, but staying felt like stepping into a trap. She met Jimin's gaze, her voice firm. "I'm not leaving until I know what's really going on. If Raul is guilty, I'll deal with it. But if you're framing him, Jimin, I'll make sure you pay for it."

Jimin chuckled darkly, his amusement barely masking a sharper edge. "I admire your confidence, Yn. But you should know-once you step deeper into this, there's no turning back. And I don't play fair."

Before she could respond, a commotion erupted outside the office. Shouts echoed in the hallway, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. Jimin's man reappeared, his face tense. "Sir, they've breached the east entrance. We need to move."

Jimin's expression hardened. He turned to Yn, his voice clipped. "Stay close if you want to stay alive." Without waiting for her response, he gestured for his men to follow and started toward a concealed exit behind his desk.

Yn hesitated only for a second before following. The group moved quickly through a hidden corridor, the tension mounting with every step. "Who are they?" Yn demanded, her voice sharp.

Jimin glanced back at her, his tone colder now. "If I had to guess, Raul's people. But it doesn't matter. They're not here for tea."

They emerged into a dimly lit underground garage, where sleek black cars waited. Jimin's men spread out, securing the area, but Yn's instincts told her this wasn't over. As Jimin opened the door to a waiting car, a deafening gunshot rang out, and chaos erupted.

"Get down!" Jimin barked, grabbing Yn's arm and pulling her behind the car as bullets ricocheted off the walls. Yn pulled the gun from her bag, her mind racing.

Through the chaos, Jimin stayed eerily composed, barking orders to his men while firing back at their attackers. Yn, pinned down beside him, couldn't help but notice how calculated his movements were. This wasn't just a businessman defending himself-this was a man who thrived in the middle of danger.

As the firefight raged on, one of Jimin's men shouted, "They're retreating!" The gunfire died down, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing and the smell of gunpowder.

Jimin straightened, brushing dust off his suit. "Well, Yn," he said, his tone almost casual. "It seems you're getting a firsthand look at the kind of mess Raul's dragged you into."

Yn stood, her grip still tight on her gun. "This wasn't Raul's doing," she said firmly. "Someone's trying to escalate this, and if it's not him, that leaves you."

Jimin smirked, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "Believe what you want, Yn. But if you keep chasing the truth, be ready to lose everything."

He climbed into the car, leaving Yn standing there, her mind racing. The line between friend and foe was blurring fast, and she knew the answers she sought would only lead her deeper into the shadows.

As the echoes of gunfire faded, Yn glanced around the dimly lit garage, her instincts buzzing. The attackers had vanished as quickly as they came, leaving behind only bullet holes and chaos. Jimin's men regrouped, tense and alert.

Yn turned to Jimin, her voice sharp. "Was that Raul's doing? Or are you just trying to convince me it was?"

Jimin leaned against the car, brushing dust off his suit, his calm demeanor intact despite the firefight. "If those were Raul's men," he said, his tone measured, "they wouldn't have retreated so easily. No, Yn, this wasn't Raul. But I'll bet my company it was someone connected to him-or someone who wants us to think it was."

Yn frowned, lowering her gun slightly. "You're saying it was a setup?"

Jimin's smirk returned, though his eyes remained cold. "You're quick, lawyer. Someone wants us at each other's throats. If Raul's hands aren't clean, he might not even know who's pulling his strings." He stepped closer to her, his voice dropping. "But don't misunderstand me, Yn. I still believe Raul is guilty. This? This is just... complication."

Yn's thoughts raced. The attack could have been a ploy to frame Raul further or to distract her from the truth. "Do you even know who they were?" she asked, her tone skeptical.

Jimin tilted his head, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. "I have my suspicions. But you'll have to dig deeper if you want answers. And if you're not careful, Yn, you'll find yourself on their list next."

As they spoke, one of Jimin's men approached, holding a sleek phone. "Boss, we intercepted one of their radios. They were speaking in code, but the frequency matches a faction known to work with Raul's competitors."

Jimin's expression darkened as he turned back to Yn. "See? This is bigger than Raul's supposed money laundering. Someone's orchestrating this mess, and we're all their pawns."

Yn didn't trust him-everything Jimin said felt like a calculated move to manipulate her. But if he was right, she was chasing not just a criminal but a web of deception far more dangerous than she'd anticipated.