"𝘽𝙤𝙮𝙨, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩?"
in which Byun Baekhyun's mafia wife is in danger, and he is the only trustworthy defence she has.
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The shots suddenly stopped. Sehun was still holding me against the wall. As one of the tallest in the gang I had never realised how tall he truly was until now. He had such an interesting aura. It was intimidating but sexy. 'Your married may I remind you.' My subconscious said.
"Let's go." He said pulling away. Chen grabbed a gun. Sehun didn't need anything other than himself. Sehun lead, then Chen, I was of course behind them like some princess. I couldn't even see because of their height.
But, Jay Park was being held by Chanyeol and Suho.
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Mr Park had blood all over his face. E'dawn was walking away from the four dispatched bodies of Jay Park companions. Not a single bullet wound.
He walked up to the slightly beaten up and man and hit him in the face. I looked to the sofas in the centre of the room.
There sat Baekhyun.
His legs were folded over one another and one hand was being ran through his hair. "Well, Mr Park. We meet again. Such unfortunate circumstances. For you." He stood up and did up the buttons of his maroon suit.
He walked towards him causing the hostage to stir. But the boys held him back. Baekhyun pulled a cigarette from his silver case, that had his initials on.
It was the one his father had passed down to him.
He lit his cigarette and took a puff. Once he had finished. He needed to put it out.
On Jays palm. He screamed in pain before Baekhyun silenced him by punching him hard in the face.
He spat out blood before facing Baekhyun and laughing. "You know I was going to help you, but you shoot the messenger. Interesting." E'dawn was sat playing with his nails quietly looking on and laughing silently. Sehun then walked forward as did Chen and I. Baekhyun with his head lowered slightly and his hands in his pockets turned to face us.
He looked at me and smirked. I was still wearing his shirt.
"I wondered where that disappeared off to. It looks better on you than it does me. Surprisingly." "So, What is she? The wife." I laughed at his bluntness. "And everyone else's sl*t." I shut my mouth.
Everyone in the room became tense. All the boys looked to Baekhyun, who licked his lips.
"You know, you can insult me with every word you know. But..." he walked up to him and bent down in front of him to meet his eyes.
"It is known that any insult towards my wife... is rewarded with an undeniably fitting punishment. Torture. Torture is Kyungsoo's specialty. Chen, go get him." Chen disappeared off. "I have... a message for you."
"Then speak it for Christ sake." He placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose, showing his annoyance with this. "You're making so much bloody racket that I can't concentrate on thinking how to torture you." Jay gulped before trying to bargain.
"I'll only tell you... if you swear to let me go." Baekhyun sighed and pulled me to him. "What do you think my love? Should I give him freedom after what he said about you?" He looked in my eyes and I knew what answer he wanted.
I was worried.
"I think we should hear what he has to say and then decide." "Hmm. I like that idea." He said walking - with our hands conjoined - back to Jay.
"Well... convey the message. And we'll decide if your worthy of such thing as freedom."
"Sunmi, she's heard about the bounty on your head-." He was interrupted when Baekhyun yelled. "You do not address her!" "She's coming for her. And she'll kill her with no hesitation, you know that though." He said. I looked up to my husband. He didn't look worried but a little amused.
"Sunmi is good. But not good enough." "You don't understand, there are others with her." "Who?"
"Jackson, BamBam, Lalisa and Jisoo." Baekhyun scoffed.
"Amateurs."
"And G-dragon."
He said causing Baekhyun's face to pale. E'dawn stood up suddenly at the mention of the name. I had never heard it.
"I thought he was in prison." The blonde man said (Baekhyun's hair was back to brown). "He soon got out." Jay returned.
"Shall we let him go?" He whispered into my ear. "Yes, he's been helpful. Hasn't he?" I looked at him for an answer of some sort.
"I suppose. But not without a little beating." I looked at him suddenly. "Sehun." He waved the youngest over. "Enjoy." He said before walking off charismatically with his hands in his pockets. I ran after him and hugged him from behind.
"What is it?" He said unbothered by me clinging to him like a child. "Help me." I said, even though I wasn't sure what I was asking help with.
"With what?" He said turning around a little angrily.
"With what dress I should wear to the gala tomorrow." I said suddenly remembering. I knew what I was going to wear though, but I didn't know what to say to him.
"We're not going. Far too dangerous for you. I'm sorry to ruin your party mood."
"But why?" I said whining slightly. He suddenly picked me up and carried me back to our room. "Stay here. And I'll think about the gala." "Where are you going?"
