MY WOMAN

Part 36- Wicked

Y/n entered the room, her hands immediately slipping into her pockets pulling out the photograph

Her fingers tightening around the edges before she lifted her phone and snapped a picture without wasting a breath as she sent it to Joon

"I need you to look into this man too"

She slid her phone back into her pocket as her eyes fell again on the photograph, that scar and those piercing eyes staring back at her she closed her eyes for moment trying to figure out where she might have seen him

Her chest tightened, heartbeat hammering harder against her ribs while her head throbbed, she couldn't place if it was just the alcohol dragging her down or the past clawing its way back

But one thing was clear, this man wasn't a stranger. He was stitched somewhere deep in her memories, buried in a place she didn't want to touch, yet.

But what she needed to figure out was the connection between this man and Daniel and how it all somehow rounds it back to her and her past..

Few minutes passed when her phone buzzed sharply breaking suffocating silence, she grabbed her phone again, her eyes narrowing at the display of a message from Joon

Joon: "You in a better big trouble with this one.."

Y/n: "Explain?"

Joon: "he is a powerful handler for the mafia's trafficking and drug network"

Y/n: "Handler?"

Joon: "someone who controls trafficked victims, in his case young girls, he definitely is not some foot soldier working under a mafia, he got his own crime syndicate"

Y/n: "and his connection to Daniel?"

Joon: "None"

Y/n: "what?"

Joon: "that's one thing creepy, but if he is a handler he is a partner, there is no public connection that he works for/with Daniel Kang"

Y/n stared at the screen, none of these information was shocking to her. She was used to this power and control. It was the air she grew up breathing 

Joon: "But how are you involved with a criminal from Japan, Y/n?"

Y/n: "Japan? Not Italy?"

Joon: "the base of his syndicate is in Japan, but from his name he could be Italian"

If Xavier Romano isn't just some random fish in the pond like she assumed, then she wasn't dealing with someone she could outmaneuver on her own

If she was a target, this was far beyond what she could protect herself from. But then came the question that twisted like a knife, who could she even trust? Jungkook? The thought made her chest tighten. She knew he loved her or maybe love was too generous of a word for their relationship 

What she felt wasn't tenderness. It was obsession, possession and hunger that left no space for her to breathe

And though he had his ways of keeping her alive, his ways were brutal and ruthless. His definition of "making things right" was drenched in blood, and Y/n could never stomach the idea of relying on him

Her phone buzzed again, snapping her out from her thoughts 

Joon: "you want it or not, you are gonna enlighten me on what the fuck is going on with your life, Y/n"

Joon: "Because this shit looks very serious to me"

She exhaled slowly, the weight in her chest pressing deeper. Her gaze fell to the photograph one last time. The blue eyes staring back at her like they knew something she didn't but she shoved it into the closet drawer slamming it shut