Gang life had always been a part of Ruby's life. She didn't like it, but she'd accepted it. Until a chance encounter brings her world crashing down around her. Held captive at the mercy of her father's biggest rival, Ruby's will and courage are put...
The room was pitch black and I could not hear a thing. The person behind me was holding me so tight, his palm covering my mouth with relative force. His mouth moved close to my ear as he spoke quietly.
"Sorry, Princess. Boss's orders." He whispered. I could hear the voices louder now as footsteps sounded in the living room where I had been stood just mere moments ago. My breath hitched in my throat as I realised that I'd been right in my assumptions. Hoseok grabbed me that little bit tighter. My Father's voice broke the silence and filled me with emotion.
"I'm sure you will have heard through the grapevine why I'm here with you today." His voice was rough and hard, and sad?
"I was sad to hear about your daughter's disappearance, Mr Kim." Jimin spoke, a slight amusement behind his voice. "Do you have any idea how she was taken?"
This was one gangster tradition that I'd never fully understood.
How could they be so respectable and calm with one another while clearly plotting each other's demise? How could they put up such a front? How could they be so calm and collected?
The sound of my Father's voice made my heart leap and hurt at the same time. I could feel my tears falling down my cheeks as they burned in embarrassment, well aware that Hoseok would be able to feel them. I was being weak.
"There is no sign of foul play at the moment, but I would be stupid to rule it out." I knew the tone of my Father's voice. He was threatening Jimin. "I wanted to make it clear that I take this move as a clear and calculated level of disrespect. I am looking for her desperately at the moment but I am not a patient man. Pass the message around Park Jimin. I want her returned safe by the week's end. Six days is more than enough time."
"I will make sure that everyone is aware of this." Jimin played his role well. "Any information I discover, I will pass along to you immediately."
I could feel Hoseok's heartbeat against my back, slow and steady. It was a complete contrast to my own which was desperately trying to claw it's way out of my own chest.
"I'm glad that you still abide by the rules surrounding children, Park Jimin. It was a lesson that your Father never quite seemed to grasp. Children are off limits, always." The tone was starting to turn sour.
"I didn't realise that your daughter was still a child," Jimin mused. "The information I received said she was eighteen?" My Father inhaled sharply, sucking up the air from the room.
"Her age is irrelevant. She is still my daughter," His voice was commanding. "Six days, Park Jimin. Make sure the word gets around. If she is not returned by then, whoever is responsible will not only feel my wrath, but the wrath of Hong Kong also."
"So, those rumours are true then?" Jimin was pushing his luck, Mr Kim scoffing in aggravation. "I understand Mr Kim and I will make sure everyone else does. Thank you for your visit." I could hear them exchanging goodbyes before the door closed over loudly.
Hoseok released his grasp on me, allowing me to enter the living room before he crept out of the room, leaving me all alone. I could smell my Father's aftershave in the air. Throwing myself down on the sofa, I wiped my face repeatedly with the back of my hands, trying to clear up any existing tears. Bringing my knees up to my chin, I sighed. I didn't hear him enter the room and I definitely didn't see him sit down. I only realised he was there when he cleared his throat.
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