Mafia Boss Rising

2: Win-Win

During your first week of living without Jungkook's protection, every day was a different kind of hell. You've encountered so many people who want you dead.

You've escaped kidnappers, gotten out of 20 street fights, and dodged many bullets. Still, you're alive and breathing, which made you proud. You're alive and breathing without Jungkook, proving you can live without him.

But you're already tired. Every second of every day holds a constant threat. What if someone finds you? You're forever sleeping with one eye open now. And the paranoia is almost unbearable. You can't go anywhere without thinking someone's going to shoot, stab, kidnap, or start a fistfight with you.

Living like this is hard, but not impossible. If one thing's for certain, you're never going back to Jungkook's mafia house. You could already see the smirk on his face if he saw you going back up the driveway to him. You wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

In your motel room, you used the phone to call someone you haven't spoken to since you moved in with Jungkook...your mother.

There's gotta be another place, a safer place for you to hideout. If your mom takes you back, you'll go back home.

You dialed her number and waited as the line trilled.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Mom," you sighed in relief that she picked up, "hi, it's Y/N."

"...great," your mother groaned, "how nice of you to call me after not speaking to me for three years. How's your mafia boyfriend you left the family for?"

"Haha...I left him a week ago. That's why I'm calling. I need a place to stay. Can I come home?" You asked.

"...you're fucking kidding me, right? You think that after three years of you leaving us for a life of drugs, crime, and that man, you're welcome to come back home? HA! Never. If you show up here, I'm calling the cops."

"Wha-but I'm your only daughter!"

"Yes!" She raised her voice, "My only daughter that needs psychological help and some jail time! You need to learn and do time for your mistakes. I can't tell you how many times I've read about you in the paper. Stealing from other mafias, destruction of public property, even murder. If you come back here, the only help I'll offer is turning you in to the authorities."

"Shit, I can't blame you for that." You gave up.

"Right then. And Y/N?"

"Yea?"

"Never call me again." She hung up on you.

"Pleasure talking to you too, mother." You threw the phone back onto the receiver.

You went to use the bathroom. Under the flickering dim light, you stared back at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes held shadows beneath them, the mafia tattoo on the side of your neck was still bold...like it was telling you that you belong there. Like it was saying Jungkook's place is the only place you're welcome.

"Get your ass back here. You have a line of people waiting to kill you that wraps around the world twice. Come back...please," the ink in your skin begged.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm getting you removed." Your hand slapped the light switch off.

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In the evening, your stomach rumbled. At the beginning of the week, you stocked up on food, but it's run out now...time to leave the motel and possibly get killed...again.

Before leaving, you covered your hair under your hoodie and put some shades on. This usually helps with concealing your identity, decreasing the chances of your blood being spilled on the streets.