Mafia Boss Rising

1: Busted Windows

You push the tall white gates of the house open after dropping the crowbar from your grip of rage.

To this house, you will never return. He will never get the chance to treat you like you're a piece of shit again. You're sick and tired of being a dumb bitch.

You didn't care if you had 100 enemies or 1 million enemies that wanted to kill you, you were done living with him. You can defend yourself very well anyways. If there was one good thing he did for you, it was teaching you how to fight and use a gun.

Let's go back for a second to understand the situation better.

It's morning, and you're returning to the mafia house from a friend's house. You spent the previous night clubbing with her and two other girls. Eager to see your boyfriend of 3 years again, you came back home at 9am.

"Jungkooooookkkk," you sang as you shut the front door behind you, "I'm hoooommmeee!"

You were still in your club clothes. After kicking off your heels, you walked up the stairs towards the bedroom in your glittery purple dress.

When you opened the bedroom door, your face fell and you got a sour feeling in your stomach. You almost felt sick...the sight was vomit worthy.

Your mafia boss boyfriend was in bed with someone else...and this isn't the first time it's happened. The last time he did this was six months ago and you freaked the fuck out. Not this time though...this would be the last time he'd be able to cheat on you.

Not speaking a single word, you grabbed the biggest suitcase you owned and started packing your shit. The bare necessities so that you could leave faster.

You were so furious on the inside though. Your face started burning up, your eyebrows showed your infuriated expression, and your hands were shaking. They begged for you to hit someone or something, but you refused. You'd try to be better with your psychotic outbursts.

As you were gathering your hair products, your trembling hands dropped the shampoo. Jungkook woke up to the loud sounds.

He sat up next to the random girl in bed, "oh! Hey, love of my life! I didn't think you'd be home so early...what are you doing?"

Now...you never said you'd try to keep your voice down, so-

"I'M LEAVING YOUR ASS, THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING! THIS IS WHY YOU LET ME SPEND THE NIGHT AT MY FRIEND'S HOUSE, ISN'T IT?! SO YOU COULD DO THIS!" You slammed your bathroom things into your suitcase.

"You're leaving? That's cute. I'll see you when you get back in time for dinner." He got up and stretched his body. The girl next to him shifted in her sleep.

You zipped the suitcase up and pulled it behind you, but you weren't leaving yet. You went down the hallway to the room the safe is in. There, you opened the safe and took two fat stacks of cash. It was at least $20k that you packed away in your suitcase.

"Y/N, babe," he leaned against the doorframe, "you're not leaving with my money."

"Jungkook, babe," you mocked him, "I helped you earn this money. Steal this money. I can take whatever tHE FUCK I WANT."

He raised his eyebrows, "you grew some balls while you were out, huh? I should slap you for talking to me so disrespectfully."

"Do it, you won't be able to after I'm gone." You walked past him, now going for your exit.

Before getting to the stairs, the girl in Jungkook's bed popped her head out into the hall, "Jungkook?"

You couldn't hold back anymore. Your left eye twitched, the telltale sign that you're about to go on a rampage.

"FUCKING BITCH!" Your right arm gathered all the strength in the world and decked the girl square in the face, the crunching of her nose being felt under your knuckles.

This was not enough.

You continued downstairs, grabbing the crowbar sitting by the front door. In the driveway sat Jungkook's beautiful purple Chevrolet Corvette...so beautiful...until you busted the rear window out.

Jungkook came outside with Seokjin, one of his closest guards.

Your now ex-boyfriend crossed his arms over his chest, "you know what'll happen once you step off the property. Everybody you've ever crossed with me will want to kill you."

"I DON'T CARE!" You brought the crowbar over your head and swung it down at another window.

Seokjin whispered to his boss, "want me to kill her?"

"No," Jungkook declined, "she's just having a temper tantrum."

After you took out your anger on all of his car windows, you walked to the tall white gates that guarded the mafia house.

"See ya! Love ya!" Your ex lied to you endlessly.

Without looking back, you let the crowbar clatter to the ground from your death grip and pushed the gate open.

That brings us to you walking down the street with tears in your eyes, now.

All you ever did was love that man to the ends of the earth. Anything he asked, you'd do without question. You may as well have moved planets for him, and this is how he repays you? Breaking your heart by cheating and many other unspeakable acts? Well...never again.

"Fuck him," you thought, "and fuck me for being a dumbass and staying with him after he cheated the first time."

It's still early in the morning, surely nobody who wants you dead is awake at 9:30am.

You quickly learned that you were wrong once you walked closer to the city. Some faces, you knew. Others, you weren't sure. But they all had one thing in common: they've all been pissed off by you.

Another thing learned was that running with a suitcase is hard, but it made a nice shield for bullets.

"Shit," you muttered under your breath, "all of South Korea is after me."

You really weren't trying to find shelter in a ghetto area, but with eight different people trying to kill you in the past hour on your own, it was the best option. And this is Daegu, was there any other option? As far as you know, you haven't pissed off any motel owners.

Not wanting to venture on your own any further, you get a room at the trashy motel, gunshots sounding every ten minutes. At least you're concealed in a room now. You'll keep the door locked and the curtains closed.

This will have to do for now.