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Y/N's POV,

"I- Help! Mr. Jong-suk, help her, please!" I screamed in agony, my heart pounding in extremity.

"Oh, fuck." He cussed under his breath, eyes dodging all over the room.

"Yeobo- help m-me!" Mrs. Ji-eun screeched, her breathing shallow and blood creating a puddle beneath her.

"Help her, please!" I tugged at his sleeve.

He contemplated for a minute, as though he had another choice right now.

"Under the bed, Y/N, open the hatch and jump down. I will get my wife and follow you, understood?" He says, drawing his face close to me.

I paused for a millisecond. I didn't know whether or not I should trust him, but I'd rather be stuck here with him and his wife than return to that bloody bastard.

"Calvin, you cunning piece of shit! You don't know who you're dealing with!" Mr. Jongsuk exclaims.

"Oh please. Fuck it, Lee. You're the one who's a pig for Huxley, right?" Andrew replies from outside, as though enjoying the suspense, purposefully delaying his attack.

I crawled as low as I possibly could from the bed and quietly fell from it. I bent even lower and crawled under the king-sized bed, hands roaming in the utter darkness.

"Where... is the... hatch." I muttered under my breath. I would be worried about rats in secluded places like this, but even the under of the bed was absolutely spotless and clean.

"That's right, Calvin. I'm a pig. But I'm just not any pig. I'm the pig of the strongest and most powerful mafia in the underground." Jong-suk cackles, and I find it very hard to believe that he was able to laugh at a time like this.

But then, he was mafia after all.

"You're being a pig for the wrong person, Lee." Andrew laughs as well, trying to hide the rage that was rising from his throat.

"I'm where I wanted to be. I won't serve for second, Calvin." Mr. Jong-suk snickers as he crawls under the bed as well with his wife. "You're not superior over me. Second is not fucking enough and not fucking honorable."

I finally touched what felt like a handle and twisted it aggressively, pushing  it down slowly.

"Fucker!" I hear Andrew shout as bullets lodge into the roof above us, causing the chandelier to crash above the bed.

"Shit, I didn't notice it before but now I do." Mr. Jong-suk cusses under his breath, reaching for my neck.

With precision, he suddenly pulls a tiny brown patch from my collarbone. It looked like a pimple patch, but now that it was removed from my skin, beneath the skin-like surface, it was blinking light.

"How did you- what is that?"

"Its the tracker that fucker placed on you. I should have known." He clicks his tongue and flicked the pimple-patch like object from my face.

"Get down, Y/N. I will call the boss."

I jumped down and felt my foot crack as it landed on the rough, metal floor. "Ah!" I winced in pain.

"Woah, come here." He hoisted me from the ground and placed me on the bed. "Relax."

Jong-suk pulls out his phone from his pocket and taps a button from it, I could automatically hear metallic sounds of something emerge from the ground outside, rising up.

"It will take him a while to get to us." He chuckles and patted my arm, while I just stared at him incredulously.

"Your wife, Mr. Jong-suk! Help her!"

He carries his own wife towards the couch and settles her unconscious body there. "She's okay, this is not her first time." He laughs.

I felt tears of disbelief rolling down my face, and he bent to comfort me yet stopped as he heard his phone ring.

"Hello? Varrou, is that you?" Mr. Jong-suk says.

Varrou Devoun's POV, (Floridian Mafia Boss)

"Fuck, yeah. How are you holding up?" I ask him while driving half my entire men towards the site of his summer house. Dealing with Andrew Calvin was not an easy feat, he was ranked second in the Underground and I was only fourth, but this was my territory.

"I'm fine, Ji-en got shot but she's okay. The lady is here with me." Jong-suk replies.

"Did he enter your house?"

"No, it will take a while. I've placed it on lockdown." He assures me.

"I'll be there." I flicked my hand to the left and my driver immediately followed the instructions. "The boss called me to help you. Can't believe they're both fighting for the same chick. He seems pretty relaxed about his bride-to-be being kidnapped by Calvin."

"He will never panic." Jong-suk laughs as well.

"He is the best at what he do." I reply. "You have seen the girl. That legendary woman who made two rivals fall for her. Is she any good?"

"Fuck yeah, the best I've ever seen. Better than my fat-mouthed wife. I can see why they both fell hard. Would've wanted to have her as my own, but that would mean joining the battle and defying the boss. I don't want to die." Jong-suk fell silent, and I paused.

"You're fucking joking, right? She's that beautiful?"

"That fucking beautiful. If I wasn't on the 8th fucking place in the rank I could have a chance to grab onto her as well."

"Well I'm here to save you. I've arrived."

"Thanks bro, find us." With that, Jong-suk hangs up the phone and I step out of the car.

"Get the fuck off my territory, Calvin."