ILLICIT | PJM

Thirty

"Jaehyun?"

"Ah you still remember me? Guess you really liked me huh?" Yes I liked him but it was ancient prehistoric history. Nonetheless I wanted to beat the shit out of this asshole.

"I don't like shit."

"I like your confidence." he was distracted. He had no clue when I picked up a broken glass piece which was now slowly gliding through the rope which kept my wrists joined. I looked at my surroundings through my messy fringes, in a warehouse filled with what seems to be ammunition and white powder supplies, all of them illegal.

"Care to tell how the loyal police trainee got into this mafia fuckery?"

"Well just realized that the majority of police were in your dad's fist, so I thought why not work directly for him." he came close to my face. He had that same smile which I used to love but now which in an instant changed to hate.

"But now I'm working for his rival, you know they kinda overtook your business when your father was killed." did my ears just go haywire?

Every single thing came to a pause. My breath came on a pause. My father. The one who loved me in my childhood years but got miserable for both his children when they started to approach their late teenage years. No matter how much he beat us up, he was still our father. Tears pooled in my eyes and before I knew it they started streaming down.

"I killed him." Jaehyun leaned in towards my ear, I could feel his warm breath when he caressed my cheek and then immediately backed off when one of the agents came forwards.

He slapped me hard. The stinging pain. The rope which encircled my wrists started coming off and before he knew it I slammed him on his neck so that he lost his consciousness. My head was throbbing but I didn't care.

I was clearly not waiting for anyone to save my ass. "You messed with the wrong girl." I mumbled as I kicked another agent. To say that coming and the violence welcomed me after two years would be a full-fledged lie, cause right now I was struggling to even pull the trigger, reason I was overpowered. I felt a pull on my waist, before anything could escalate I wrapped my calf around a man's leg and yanked him off. This gave me a lead on two others who were swiftly walking towards me and before they knew I shot them in their legs.

I stood almost twenty-five yards away from the entrance, I decided to make a run but just that instant a metal rod came in contact with my left knee which made me lose my balance.

"You just made me angry." Jaehyun yelled, his mysterious and manic stare pierced through my soul and before I knew my hair was in his fist and he was pulling me towards a metal pole. I tried to shake his hand off but all of my strength was washed away like dirt in front of his power.

He cuffed me with metal cuffs against the pole so that it was between my back and my joined wrists. He brought his face closer to mine. "I want you back." he whispered. Tsunami of thoughts was flooding my mind.

Is my father really dead?

Is Jin safe?

"Poor you, none of this would've happened if Jimin handed you over himself."

Either my ears were having some kind of problem or either I was in deep shit because I couldn't understand a single thing.

"Park Jimin?" I asked him in my weak, cracked voice and he nodded his head 'yes'.

"He was meant to win over your trust, use it against you and then kidnap you and take you straight to Miami. It's so evident that you fell for the best hitman this gang has and you are unaware that the guy has no feelings ever since his parents were killed." he looked me straight into my eyes.

My promise was broken. My heart was shattered like never before. I was cheated, lied to and prolly used by a guy whom I lost my virginity to but I didn't care about that. What I cared about is that I trusted him and he broke it like a glass. Was our relationship just an infamy from his side? I was feeling beyond disgusted, I was feeling like I was of no use. Was it just supposed to be used? Was this all fake?

"Give me some time to digest all this." I answered. I tried to play it cool but I was highly miserable as tears started streaming down my face.

"Now answer me." he said. "Where is your brother?"

"I don't know." I said, my whole state is weak. " Last time, where is your brother?" he asked again but this time a knife was pressed against my skin between my collar bones.

"I said I don't know, I have no clue. I've been here for the past two years, I don't have any idea what is going in Miami." I screamed in his face.

"So stubborn." he punched me in the stomach which made me cough blood. He pressed the knife further in my skin as blood streamed down, the knife trailed from my neck all the way to almost my cleavage. I tried to free myself but it only resulted in my wrists getting cut by the metal. At this point I didn't even have the audacity to scream.

"Jaehyun please stop." I pleaded as my body started to lose it's balance and consciousness. He dug the knife in my shoulder and dragged it all the way down my elbow

"Like you said and I would stop." he kicked me again. This time harder. The world in front of me started to get black but it was soon restored when I heard something.

Firing of bullets

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