My Mafia Lords LMK, LDH & NJM

12

YURI

"get her the fuck out of this building!" I lick my suddenly dry lips. "What just happened? What's going on?" i asked frantically

"Revenge, probably."

I'm moved to Donghyuck and he's shoving my skirt into my hands. I rush through getting dressed while they do the same. Smoke rises into the morning sky and we all pause looking at each other.

This is bad. Very fucking bad.

"The Hwangs?" I piece together as I shove my feet into my snickers. I don't know where my bra is so I leave it off and button up Mark's shirt. Going commando is the least of my problems right now. I tackle the sleeves next as I'm shuffled past the elevator and down twenty flights of stairs. People running for their lives flood into the stairwell alongside us. Women with children. Men worried about their families. All in different states of disarray. Some are even wrapped in their towels with soap dripping out of their hair.

Fuck this is all my fault. I wanted to be the nosy friend. The heroine of the story and now I am no better than a villain. Floor after floor pass. Smoke funnels up the stairwell and it's getting harder and harder to breathe.

"My baby. Someone please help and open the door. I have to get to my baby!" The frantic cries of a woman banging on a closed metal door make me turn around. We've come to the third floor and this close to the flames, the heat is nearly unbearable. I turn to Mark and he backtracks up the stairs at my silent plea. "Stand back!" He shoulders the door but it's not budging and then I realize why. "Look! The floor. It's buckling." Jaemin curses profusely and shoves past scrambling people rushing down the stairs. All worried about themselves instead of stopping to help. Bastards.

Jaemin finally reaches Mark's side and together they throw their weight against the door until it opens. Waves of heat roll out and they fall back against the hard stairs. "Fuck, this is going to hurt." They rip off their shirts and use them as masks against the smoke.

Donghyuck turns to the mother. "Why the fuck did you run out and leave your child?" He roars his wrath at the pale woman. Wild eyes turn our way. "I-I didn't. I was out here running up and down the stairs. It's my morning routine. And then the whole building shook and gave way." She takes a key out and acts like she's going to run into the smoke. Jaemin puts his arm out, blocking her path. He snatches the key.

"Get Yuri out of here. We'll meet you downstairs. And you," Jaemin turns on the lady. "We will get your child. Follow them out." Donghyuck bends and lifts me over his shoulder, already moving before the words are completely out of Jaemin's mouth.

A hurricane of emotions rips through me.

"No! I can help!" Fear a thousand times stronger than anything I've ever felt before storms in my heart and leaves me gasping for air. But it's not coming no matter how hard I try. Slung over Donghyuck's shoulder I can only watch as my men disappear into the smoke. "We have to go back. We can't leave them there Donghyuck! Put me down." He ignores me pounding on his back and rushes me down one flight and another until we bust out the side exit on the ground level. People pour out behind us, all of them scattering the second they are free. "Oh my God! Donghyuck. We have to help them! We have to go back in there!" This is all my fault. It plays in my head like a broken record. Donghyuck doesn't put me down until we are across the street from the high-rise and breathing fresh air. The worried mother is on her knees in the middle of the street with other mothers holding her from running back into the building. Tears burn my eyes from the sheer amount of pain in her screams, but I force them back. I have to be strong.

Donghyuck winds his arms around me and we are both looking at the same thing. "I can't lose them. I just found you guys. I can't lose any of you." He brings his lips to my ear. "You won't. Give them time. They will find a way back to you."

"How?" From this viewpoint I can see the damage done to the building. Glass covers the street and smoke is coming up from the bottom levels. Flames have erupted on several floors. "The building looks like it's going to topple any second."

Multiple sirens split through the early morning. Fire trucks and police cars roll up on the building and start moving people away. I've never felt so helpless in my life.

"Who the fuck in their right mind would do this?"

The veins sticking out in his neck tell me Donghyuck knows. "I think we are about to find out." Donghyuck jerks his chin to the right of us.

A black SUV squeals tires around a tight corner and speeds toward us. He pulls us away from the curb just in time for it to come to a complete stop two feet from the tips of my Kicks. The doors fly open, and I am instantly relieved and pissed off all at once. I'm out of Donghyuck's hold and I am rattling the side of Jeno's face with a solid punch. "You son-of-a-bitch," I seethe with rage. "How dare you leave me worried!"

Jeno is decked out in black tactical gear and an imprint of my knuckles on his jawline. But atleast he's alive. He's fucking alive! I throw my arms around him, and he chuckles. "I should be beating the living daylights out of you, not hugging you."

Water shimmers along the fringes of my eyes and this time I don't worry about the tears. He rubs at his jaw. "Glad to see you too Riri." He picks me up like always and I can't breathe for a minute from how he is hugging me so tightly. "More later," he promises.

"I'll hold you to it." I release him and step back into Donghyuck's arms. Donghyuck and Jeno eye each other and there is a whole conversation that happens in those two seconds. I figure they have a lot to talk about, too. Two more men pour out of the SUV.

"This is Jisung and Chenle." Jeno makes fast introductions. Handshakes go around. They are just as jacked as my men with deep scowls as permanent fixtures on their faces. It must be a mafia thing because there is no other job description men like them would have. Except for mercenaries. They could be that, too. But the skull swallowing fire on the back of their leather vests is a clue they might be the racing gang my men talked about earlier this morning.

The one with long black hair looks more prepared for what is about to happen than the cops and firefighters not fifty feet from us. I've never seen a man with so many weapons on a person before.

"Army of one?" I quip and he gives me a toothy grin. "Rely on yourself, baby and you will never be sorry." Good advice. "Yuri."

"Jisung" He takes my hand in his leather-covered one and shakes it once. A police officer tells his partner something and then starts walking our way.

Oh shit.