"U-uncle?" I managed to stammer, staring at Jb in disbelief.
Yugyeom steps in front of me, his posture rigid. "What do you want?" He snaps at Jb.
"We need to speak to Y/N. that's all." A wicked grin spreads across Jb's face. It's hard for me to believe this is the same boy that asked me out for dinner five months ago-the smart, nice medical intern.
"What do you want to speak to her about?"
“I believe you know exactly what we want to speak to her about."
My heart drops to my feet.
I step around Yugyeom so I can see his face. "You knew," I breath in realization. "You knew Jb was-was-"
"Y/N, I'm counting to three," Jb says, cutting me off before Yugyeom can respond. "You'd better come with me."
"And if I don't?" Jb laughs darkly. "She's not going anywhere."
At the top of the stairs stands Jackson, arms crossed over his chest.
Jb turns around, a smirk spreading across his face. "Oh. What do we have here?"
Someone else steps into the stairwell. I recognize the face and blonde hair as Mark's.
"A big, fat can of whup-ass," Mark says, smirking.
Yugyeom smirks as well, running his tongue over his teeth. I feel confused, but I'm intrigued by the turn of events. Does this mean Yugyeom, Jackson and Mark are rebelling?
Jackson and Mark walk down the stairs to stand by me and Yugyeom.Mark winks at me.
"Alright, boys." Jb says. "If this is how shit's going to go, so be it. I think you're forgetting the power of Wolfe Enterprises and Alec."
"We're the ones dealing with the money that goes to Alec, and without us Wolfe Enterprises isn‘t shit." Yugyeom spits.
"You're wrong." Jb sneers.
"No, he's not," Jackson says. "He's completely right”
"What I'm wondering here is how a little fuck like you managed to date Y/N," Mark says.
Jackson,Yugyeom and Mark chuckle lightly as Jb locks his jaw.
"I'm wondering the same thing." I say and Yugyeom catches my eye. I feel like melting under his heavy, approving gaze.
Jb takes a step forward and grips my wrist, yanking me towards him. I try to pull away, but he's too strong.
Yugyeom moves instantly, but Jackson grabs his arm.
"Stop," I say to Jb. "I don't know what you want from me, but you're sure as hell not going to get it," I spit, my eyes flashing with disgust at him.
"Wrong again, sweetie." Jb says, beginning to tug me back up the stairs.
Adrenaline rushes through me as I reach up and slap him across the face, hard. Perhaps even harder than what he did to me the night we broke up. And it feels damn good.
I yank my arm away from him and step back next to Yugyeom.
I feel Yugyeom's warm hand press to my lower back almost protectively and my pulse quickens.
Jb clutches his cheek in pain, his gaze venemous.
Mark and Jackson, meanwhile, are cracking up at Jb's pain.
"Good hit," Yugyeom says in my ear. I can tell he's smirking.
Jb straightens his posture. "This isn't over," He "You'll get what you deserve. All of you."
