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Author's POV,

Andrew slowly turned his head to the direction of the voice. "If it isn't Varrou Devoun, the fourth placer." He cackles, scratching his hair with the gun on his hand.

"Hello, Second placer. Tell me how it feels like to be on second place?" Varrou inquired, eyes boring into Andrew's.

"Pretty great, huh? Being fourth is better than being second though." He laughs.

"Shut the fuck up, Devoun. Or I'm gonna kill you." Andrew says leisurely.

"Charge." Varrou orders his men. Andrew spits on his left and pointed his gun at the Floridian Mafia. "Kill them," He orders his men as well.

And so began the bloody battle.

Y/N's POV,

What is going on out there? It sounds like another world war!

"Mr. Jong-suk, what's going on out there?" I ask nervously, my head pounding.

"Relax, beautiful. It's your savior. You'll be home in no time." He pats my head, caressing my face slowly.

"You know, if the boss hadn't set his eyes on you first I would've made you mine." He suddenly drawls, pulling my hair back. I arch my back, groaning in pain.

"Let me g-go!" I rasped in an exhausted voice. "Just one staste, gorgeous." He grins wickedly.

I gasp loudly as he suddenly forced his lips against mine, tongue sliding on my mouth.

I let out a muffled scream against his mouth and realized that this had to end.

I bit his tongue harshly after I felt around his pants and pulled out a gun from its holster.

"Get- away from me!" I panted loudly, pulling my hair behind my ear frantically while pointing his own gun at him.

"Feisty, I love that." He licks his lower lip.

"I am s-so sick and t-tired of men who sexually harass me! Do I look like I want any of this? I d-don't!" I brought down his gun on his face and delivered a full force blow on his cheek, causing his face to swerve on one side.

"O-Oh you bitch." He clicks his tongue in an annoyed manner and three himself over me, pinning my arms against the top of my head.

"I guess I'll have to taste." He uses the back of his hand to collect blood from his cheek and wiped it on my face.

"Ah! Stop!" I coughed out, the smell of iron filling my nose as he ran his blood through my face.

He leaned back and swiftly removed his shirt, and I took it as a chance to try and flee yet he held me back again.

"I won't get killed for this. It will be just a taste, after all." He laughs loudly and leaned down on me.

Bham!

The tiny metal hatch opened and a man who had a dark aura about him jumped inside the room, dusting himself.

"Okay, Lee, I held Calvin back for a bit, he only had very few men but I'm sure they're coming from his ship. He's a bit injured right now so let's- What the fuck, Lee?"

He immediately pulls Mr. Jong-suk away from me and I retreated from them both, my back hitting the metal walk as I stared at them warily.

"Fuck. You're gorgeous as fuck." The man cussed while clucking his tongue thrice.

"Fuck, Devoun. Let me go." Mr. Jong-suk snarls at my direction, his sweaty arms glistening in the white light. If he wasn't a psychopath and I was back to my normal life, I would've swooned at his beautiful face and well physique. If he were at a Korean Drama.

"Get a grip of yourself. You can't risk everything. She belongs to the boss. Fuck, bro!" He shook, Jong-suk and handed him his black shirt.

Mr. Jong-suk growls as he placed it back on, wiping drool off his chin.

"Sedate her. I might not be able to handle myself."

"Get a fucking grip, she's gorgeous as fuck but you have your own wife." Varrou looks at his watch.

"W-Who are you sir? P-Please don't do anything! P-Please!" I begged in a shaky voice.

"Oh I won't do anything. But I wonder what a possessive master would do to such a naughty wife." He pulled me close to his chest and injected a syringe of unknown substance to my neck.

Here we go again.