Are You Calling Me A Sinner? {BTSxReader}

15. Another Day Another Dollar

"Each of you... has to give me a massage," you propose, grinning with excitement.

"Really? That's what you want? Not like... sex?" Namjoon asks in surprise.

"No!" you exclaim, wondering what image you hold in their eyes. "But you guys have to apologize to Jae."

"Who?" Jin wonders out loud.

     You roll your eyes, sheer irritation held in them. "The guy you threw out of my house!"

     "Oh! Yeah, we can do that I guess," Jin's tone isn't very convincing, but it'll do for now.

"So, what are we going to-" Taehyung is cut off by a distant ringing coming from 1 of 8 phones present in the house. Each of you pat your pockets, trying to feel of the electronic devices. You realize you don't have yours, your feet taking you through the rooms of the first floor. You near the front door, the ringing more prevalent, then it stops. After a few seconds, it picks up again. You travel closer to the frontal area of the house, the noise strong inside the office area you've barely set up since moving in.

"Y/N?! Is that your phone?!" you hear Yoongi's muffled voice from in the kitchen.

"Yeah, I got it!" You usually never get a call on your home phone, it was really only for when you still had your parent's business. You always used your regular mobile phone number for any calls, even the ones for your other business. It kind of creeped you out that the phone is working at all. You didn't plug it in. But here it sits, wringing of the hook, caller ID reading unknown.

You pick it up, cautiously holding it to your ear. "Hello Ms. Jung, an honor to talk to you. You know, I usually never call twice." A deep male voice floats through the receiver, a haunting tone to it.

"Hello," you try to keep your voice from quivering, "how did you get this number, sir? Better yet, can you tell me how this phone got plugged in?"

"I can't reveal all my secrets, but I know who you are, sweet, young Y/N."

"Listen, sir, I need to at least know your name. If you can't tell me that, then I will hang up right now," your voice a harsh whisper, trying not to catch the attention of the men in the other room.

"Well, well, well, not as meek as I thought. I can't give you my whole name, but you can call me Marshall," he chuckles, irritating you to say the least.

"Ok, and one more thing I need to know. How do you know who I am?"

"Well, I knew your parents before their oh so tragic passing. Your parents had mentioned you before, but I payed no mind since you weren't valuable to me. After I heard of their deaths, your name kept rearing itself in the underground world, notorious hit-woman, Jung Y/N takes out another."

"That still doesn't explain how you got this number though. I've given my mobile number out, not this one."

"Well, I'm not going to tell you how, but just know I'm one of the most powerful men, right next to your little boy-toys."

"So why on earth are you calling me then?"

"Well, I have a proposition, would you like to hear?"

"This is a business proposition?"

"Yes ma'am, and if it goes well, there's 16 million in cash with your name on it, and also the probability of doing more business with me. So, what'd you say? You up for a job?"

"I think we can make a deal... but I will need to meet you or your men."

"Alright, I'll send my best. Meet my guy, R.J., in the alley between Pluto and Partial Paradise, you know, the two clubs on Kanton street. 7 p.m."