Escape| BTS Jimin fanfiction

Part 3

It's been one week and I haven't gone anywhere.
I've been watching tv and eating ramen this whole time.
I was scared.
But, I have enough money that I can ditch this place just in case things went south.
It was about 6 o clock at night and I was watching the news.

"This just in, 23 year old Marvin lee was found dead at a port in Busan. Police are wondering who killed this man and why was he running? He had cash and suitcases of clothes."

I felt like my heart dropped.
Marvin....no.
They found him, that means...they're going to find me.
I grabbed all of my stuff and grabbed the keys off the counter.
As I was looking in my bag I noticed there was a passport and a new Id. Kim Lee. 20 years old.
Thank you Marvin.

I guess his grandma liked wigs because there was a grey one on the nightstand. I put it on and one of his grandmas jackets with sunglasses.
It was time to get out.
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I went out back and saw that there was an old model 69' red mustang.
I hoped in and pulled down the road.
I got on the highway headed back forwards Seoul.
On the opposite side of the highway I noticed three vans.
All black.
I knew they were going to come for me.
It was Luke's gang.
I know if I went back to Seoul it would be constant running, but Luke would think I was crazy if I came back here.
I pulled into lotte hotel.
It was nice.
I asked for a room nearest to the stairs and that faced out forwards the city.
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I needed to lay low again.
I ordered room service and kept checking the window and peep hole.
Nothing.
My food came and i feasted.
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Two days later:
I had my bag that had money and clothes just Incase I needed to make a quick getaway.
It was night.
I decided I'd goto a club and start living my life.
I mean who would recognize me? My hairs different and even my clothes aren't normal ones I would wear.

I walked into the club and there was so many people. I made my way to the bar and got myself a drink.
I danced in the crowd and let loose for once. Something I have never been able to do.
I've been a hostage in a house for 5 years.
There was no Luke.
No one to tell me what to do.
I was free.

3rd person pov:

Nina was living her life the way she wanted to.
No mafia to tell her what to do.
She was dancing freely on the dance floor, drinking her drink and dancing to the music.

Everything seemed to be going in slow motion for her.
What she didn't realize was there was a man in particular who was staring at her from afar.
A very good looking man, many women came up to him and he would just brush them off.
He was Watching the way she moves and how good she looked in that skirt.
He knew she was the one.
They've all been looking for her and she's dancing here.
Luke would pay big money to get her back.
But who's to say I wouldn't make him suffer first.
The man picked up his phone and seemed to be making arrangements.
Nina didn't notice she was still dancing.
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The club was closing.
And Nina made her way to her car.
She was happy how her night turned out.

Nina pov:
Stupid car.
I think I'm drunk.
I dropped my stupid keys.
I looked up and saw a man walking towards me.
oh no.
I ran.
I looked behind me and he was running too.
This is it I'm going to be captured and taken right back to Luke.
I pulled a gun I had hidden out from my skirt.

"Stop."
I Said as  I turned around.

He stopped about 100 feet from me.

"I'm not going back to him." I Said.

"I'm not taking you to him." The man said.

"Then What are you planning to do with me?"

I asked.

"Wait and see."

"No chance." I turned the gun on myself and shot myself in the side.

I laid on the ground and watched as the guy approached me and picked me up.

"Stupid girl. I wasn't going to kill you." He looked at my side.

"You're lucky you only got the fatty layer and it's through and through. I'll take you and get you fixed up."

The man was looked at me smiling as I drifted off to sleep.

I'm done for.