Dancing With The Devil

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Jungkook's POV

Knowing that Taehyung met up with her made rage flow through me like lava. Why does it bother me so much? I wish I could see her but it was like the universe was hand-delivering me a list of reasons to stay away from her. Rachel was supposed to give birth in a few days so things have been stressful and shaky between us. She was angry all the time and in pain. I felt bad because I couldn't do anything but my mind always drifted back to Emrie and what she's up to. Is that fucked up? I know that I'm not in love with Rachel or Emrie anymore but why does seeing Emrie in pain hurt me so much more than when Rachel was in pain. I just want this baby out already so she can stop with pregnancy excuses for everything.

Emrie's POV

"Do you think Dad's going to hit me?" Jaehyun asked.

"Probably," I said as we stood outside the entrance of the prison waiting for him to exit.

"Maybe I'll ask him to"

"Why... would you do that?" I looked at him confused.

"You know... just for old times sake," he laughed, actually considering it.

"Oppa, I think Dad hit you in the head a little too hard when you were little"

"I'd argue against you but you're probably right," he said, laughing. The entrance door opened, catching both our attentions. Father stepped out with two guards. He was still in handcuffs and looked at us stunned, not expecting his two least favorite children to pick him up. The guards unlocked his cuffs and released him from their grip. He locked eye contact with both of us before sending us a wink. The wink felt too bizarre and out of character that we knew it was a signal for something, something he was planning. He turned around to the guards and said, "I had a lovely stay here. Please keep my cell warm"

We both squinted our eyes at this strange encounter. Suddenly, Father winded his arm back and punched both the guards square in the nose, and started sprinting towards us, "get in the car!"

We both reacted instantly and jumped into the car and he hopped in the back seat. "Drive! Go!" Father yelled as the guards started running towards the car. I sped away, leaving them with a spray of dust in their faces.

"Hello, my children," he said from the backseat, trying to catch his breath.

"Was that really necessary?" Jaehyun asked.

"Feys always get the last punch," he said, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, "Hi son, how was Sicily?"

"Great, Dad. Got any more concentration camps you would like to send me to?" Jaehyun said, sarcastically.

"Ah, I could probably name a few," Dad said from the backseat. The smell of his cigarette lingered to the front seat. "How did you get a pack of cigarettes after 15 years in a cell?" I asked from behind the wheel.

"I'm a man of power and blackmail. I get anything I want, no matter where I am. You both should know that by now. You're both just like me" he said, looking out the window and admiring the fresh air. He was right. Jaehyun and I were the most like him. We were the worst Fey's to be teamed up. The cold-blooded man with no mercy, the neglected son with a neverending hunger for bloodlust, and the psychotic daughter who was clever as the devil but twice as pretty.

We made it home after a short drive. "Wow, this house is still the same as the day I was arrested," Father said, exiting the car and taking a deep breath of freedom with his hands on his hips. "I need a bourbon," he walked towards the house. Jaehyun and I looked at each other and furrowed our eyebrows. We followed him inside as he was already pouring himself a drink at the bar. We took a seat on the stools by the counter. "Ahh, the refreshing taste of alcohol. Feels good being a free man" he chugged his drink and poured another one.