Genre: Mafia AU
Others Characters in Chapter: Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon, Minah, Yoongi
Length: 4542 words
Warning: Swearing, Violence, Intimacy
Summary: The love of your life wasn’t who he claimed to be
I was running. I didn’t know why. I didn’t know what from. A ll I knew was the I had to run. The street was familiar and I realised why. There it was. The block of flats in which I lived looming over me, inviting me in. I ran in, not bothering to wait for the lift, which was unlike me. I dashed up the flights of stairs two at a time. Chest heaving, I got to my apartment. The door was already open. Why was it open?
I didn’t care. I ran in and shut the door, making a beeline for my bedroom. I shut the door and leaned against it, still breathless, but my eyes shut in relief. My room. My safe haven. Nothing could get me here. “Hello, y/n”, a soft voice interrupting my soothing thoughts, causing my eyes to snap open. Jungkook. Sitting on my bed, gun in hand, a sad expression on his face. “You’ve been a bad girl y/n”, he practically whispered, while standing up. I gasped. No. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He slowly raised the barrel of the gun towards my shaking body. “No”, I gasped.
He would. “I’m sorry y/n”, he said, all expression gone from his face, with just a single, solitary tear rolling down one cheek.
I woke up with a start, and the first thing I felt was the burning pain at the back of me head. I groaned and tried to reach up to feel the damage, only to find my hands died up. I looked down in alarm, and in my groggy state I had failed to realised my feet were also bound with thick rope, and I was sat upright, tight to a chair. Shit. I instinctively started struggling against the reigns with no avail. I looked down at my sorry state ,and saw dried blood on my shoulder ,neck and chest area. What did those two idiots do to me?
“Rise and shine babe”, a voice called out from the darkness. I squinted to see who it was, the voice disturbingly familiar.I was in some warehouse, possibly thecellar, and the only thing I could see was a shaft of light from a high rise window.They've sat me directly in the light so I can’t see anything. “Sleep well?”
“Where I am? I asked harshly, completely ignoring his question.And what the fuck have you done to me?” I still felt groggy. Jesus.How long was I out cold? Jimin stepped forward in my line of sight,and I looked up to see a dark expression on his face, a stark contrast to his bright and bubbly voice, just seconds before.
He bent down to my level, his eyes narrowing further as he saw my annoyed expression, before saying in a low voice, “I’ve been sat here for two hours with you babe, I wouldn’t take that tone with me”. Two hours. My mind wondered to Taehyung’s limp body when I had hit him. He must be awake by now, I hadn’t hit him half as hard as Namjoon hit me…Karma is a bitch.
I looked to my left, away from Jimin’s piercing gaze, when I saw it. My coat was slung on the ground . I didn’t even realise I hadn’t been wearing it. And next it, the contents of my bag dumped on the dusty floor. Clothes, money and all. Even from here, I could see the crack in my phone andI sighed. That phone had been a present from…I don’t even wanna think about him right now. I started remembering my little dream and shook my head of those thoughts. Jimin followed my line of sight and chuckled.
“Sorry. Namjoon had to go through your stuff. Boss’s orders”. I rolled my eyes at the mention of his boss. Orange, you arse- licker.
But straight away I noticed what was missing. Where was the gun?
“Where is tweedle-dum anyway? ”, I spat, annoyed at the sight of my belongings being treated so carelessly. “Out kidnapping more innocent girls?” Jimin’s laughed echoed in the empty room. That laugh is really getting annoying. “I sent him to get Yoongi when you started moving about, regaining consciousness”. Oh joy. I’m about to meet Mr Boss man. Then I frowned. I’d been awake a while and his boss still wasn’t here.
I was thinking of a retort to wipe the smile off his face when I suddenly remembered my last few thoughts before Namjoon had hit me. “Orange?” His face suddenly broke into a smile and he replied “Hmm?”, urging me to speak more. He really likes that nickname.
“H- how did you know my name?”, I stammered . As stupid as it sounds in this hostage situation, I was beginning to feel slightly self- conscious of the way he was looking at me. “I hadn’t actually introduced myself to you.” He stared at me, and I could feel him assessing me. What is he thinking?
Suddenly he started moving forward until his lips were on my ear. “Y/n…such a pretty name”, he breathed, making me shiver. “Almost as pretty as the face it belongs to”. It was a turn on, I admit, but I internally groaned. King of Cheesy pick up lines. Then I realised, He’s avoiding the question.
I was the type of person who, if she wants to know something, she finds out. So I tried again. “Jimin.” He froze against me, his lips still near my ear. “Please, tell me how.”
“You sound so good saying my name”, he murmured in response, making me shiver again.
Then he looked around the warehouse, probably to check we were alone, before sighing “ Might as well. Not like he’s going to let you live to tell the tale anyway.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. So I just stared at him expectantly. He turned around and took a step out of the light ,letting the darkness engulf him. I watched as he came back with a chair, exactly like the one I was sat on, minus the rope. He’s probably been sat on that for the last two hours.
“OK babe, I’ll tell you. Basically, our boss, Yoongi, has a girlfriend, Yuri. She will do anything for his attention”, I noted the disapproving tone in which Jimin spoke about this girl. He carried on, “So to try and impress him, she’s volunteered to go undercover to get information from Jin’s lot and report back to Yoongi. She had to hook up with one of them, someone young, like her.” The realisation slowly started to dawn and Jimin noticed. “Yeah, you’ve guessed it. Jungkook.” He watched my face for any reaction, and continued when he got none.
“Last night Yuri was with him. He must have left the room without his phone at some point, cus the next thing you know Yoongi gets a text from Yuri saying someone called y/n keep’s calling Jungkook, and if that name means anything to us. Yoongi told her it didn’t and that she should read some texts between you two. Turned out you were his undercover, A student. So Yuri managed to get hold of your address. And that’s how I knew your address and name. Because we figured, if we got you, we’d ge Jungkook. We get him, we can get Jin. Get Jin, and the rest of them fall like domino’s.” Jimin concluded his speech like it was the end of a damn PowerPoint presentation.
“If you untied me, I could applaud you”, I said mocking him in a sweet voice. He laughed in response. “Nice try babe.” But I’d just had a thought , and didn't fully hear his response.
The back of my mind was in overdrive. “Hold on Orange. D-did you say this Yuri was with Jungkook last night?”, I asked, the look of horror slowly taking over my face. “Yes, why?”
I asked another question instead of answering his. “And has Mr Boss Man heard anything from her since that text about me?” Jimin frowned in response. “..No. Which I find odd, cus she texts him 24/7. To the point where Yoongi says if she wasn’t useful, she’d be dead”.
I was reeling from this new-found information. I remembered Jin’s voice from earlier this morning- Did you dispose of her properly?” Shit . Jimin’s brows were furrowed in confusion. “Y/n..?”, he questioned.
I looked up at him and swallowed nervously. Don’t tell him you idiot. What if he flips out? But before I could process that thought, my mouth was already moving, forcing the truth out of me. “Yoongi doesn’t have a girlfriend, Jimin”.
Jimin’s confusion only grew bigger at this. “Have you got amnesia. I just told you about Yuri and hi-”
“NO”, I cut him off, my voice echoing in the vast room. He just stared. Well, THAT was louder than intended.
“Yoongi doesn’t have a girlfriend. He HAD a girlfriend”, I finished, as Jimin suddenly understood what I was on about. I expected a response, but he stayed quiet, blowing air out of his cheeks.
Hell, you might as well tell him. You’re dead either way. “Why do you think I looked like a runaway when you saw me? That’s exactly what I was doing- running away.” I could tell Jimin was still processing that Yuri was dead. Probably scared of Yoongi’s reaction. I continued anyway- his boss would be here soon.
“I found out about Jungkook’s real job literally this morning. I woke up to him, Jin and Taehyung talking in my living room. From what I heard Jungkook had killed a girl and someone called..I think it was Hoseok?…was getting rid of the evidence”. Jimin was watching me intently now, taking in every word. He nodded at Hoseok’s name, so I assumed I’d remembered correctly.
“So how did you get out without Jungkook knowing. He’s the most alert and careful person in this industry”, he was praising him, but scornfully. Also, I noticed a hint of suspicion in his voice. I sighed at his lack of trust before resuming.
“Jungkook had ‘some business’ to attend to”, I said dryly, quoting his words from earlier. “So he called Taehyung back to keep an eye on me. Long story short, I seduced Taehyung and knocked him out with his own gun. Then I grabbed my stuff and ran”.
Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise at my story. And he started laughing like I’d never heard him laugh before. “Oh my god..you knocked TAEHYUNG out!”, he spluttered through bouts of laughter. I started smiling at the contagious sound.
“HEY! Don’t underestimate the power of y/n”, I smiled tiredly. This really isn’t the time to be joking about y/n. This statement only made him laugh harder. I waited until the laughter died out until I said “Sorry to uh, kill the mood here Orange, but what will Yoongi do when he finds out abou-”
“He’ll do nothing”, Jimin cut me off hastily. “Because he’s not gonna find out. He’ll freak and that’s the last thing we need.” I cocked my sore head to the side, in an inquiring manner. “Didn’t you say he didn’t like her? I mean , I know she’s dead, but you lot see dead people on a daily basis.”
I expected Jimin to get annoyed at my brash statement, but he was slowly nodding in agreement. “…Yeah.But she was his. And what’s Yoongi’s is Yoongi’s. You take that away from him, you better have a death wish.”
I pointedly turned to my possession lying on the floor. “Yeah, wish he took that rule with my things”, which made Jimin smile. “I suggest if you wanna live a lil longer babe, you keep quiet about Yuri.” He was warning me. He wants me to live?
“Don’t worry Orange. I don’t plan on telling your maniac boss that my fake boyfriend killed his fake girlfriend. I’m not stupid.” Jimin opened his mouth to reply,when another voice, a cold harsh ,distant voice, spoke out from the darkness, making me and Jimin freeze on the spot.
“That’s not going to be a problem y/n. Because now I know”.
When Jungkook got to y/n’s apartment, the worry had been consumed by rage. He ran up the stairs, not even breaking a sweat, and hastilynunlocked the door. It swung open, casuing Taehyung was who pacing the full length of the living room, to jump.
“Finally, what took so l-”, Taehyung started before Jungkook cut off his words with a nasty blow to the face. Taehyung fell flat on his back, knocking over coffee table. “What the fuck?!”, he groaned at Jungkook.
“That was for letting her get away.” Jungkook was too angry at the situation in hand to care. He then proceeded to kick Taehyung in the stomach, causing him to gasp in pain. “Jungkook, stop!” Taehyung looked up at him, to check if the brutal attack was over.
“That was for kissing her”. Taehyung blanked. “Jesus Christ, why do you care? She isn’t yours!” This made Jungkook’s blood boil. “And anyway, she kissed me.”
Jungkook ignored him, all the fight draining away from him. Taehyung continued, “We need to find that bitch, she has my gun. And you need to take care of her before anyone realises she was your undercover.” Jungkook knew he was referring to Yoongi and his two leeches. He shuddered. If they get hold of her.. He didn’t want to think about it.
Jungkook’s anger in reality wasn’t at Taehyung. In all honesty, Taehyung was a scapegoat. He was angry at himself. He had put y/n in this situation. Because of him,she was a dead girl walking. If she isn’t already.
“Where could she go?” Taehyung asked him, finally getting up off the floor. Jungkook saw him wince slightly at the pain in his stomach. It was only when he saw the side of Taehyung’s head, he saw the bruise. Wow, y/n packs quite a punch.
“I’m trying to think. She can’t go to any friends house, they’re all out of town. She won’t go to university, cus she knows I’ll look there. Maybe a b and b…but one that’s far away. She will have taken her phone, so I can try ring it. We need Hoseok’s location tracking equipment though, so we can find her if she answers.”
Taehyung eyed Jungkook while he was rambling, but he started at the mention of Hoseok. “Are you crazy? You want to get another damn person involved in this?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes. “I said we need the equipment. Not Hoseok.” Taehyung scoffed. “Good luck stealing that from him.”
Jungkook looked at him darkly. “We’re both going to do it together. But first we need to check out all the possible places she could be.”
Taehyung just nodded. Jungkook was just about to turn around and leave, when he got a call. No..it can’t be. Is it? He whipped his phone out only to be met by disappointment when the caller ID wasn’t y/n.
“Who is it?” Taehyung craned his next to see the screen. “Is it y/n?”
“Of course it isn’t”, Jungkook replied, a hint of sadness in his voice. He paused before adding “It’s Minah.”
Taehyung just whistled, earning a death glare from Jungkook. “Good luck with that brother, I’ll wait outside”. Taehyung hastily left Jungkook to it, and it reminded Jungkook of earlier, how reluctant Tae was to leave the room when he asked for some alone time with y/n. He shook the thought from his head and answered.
“Babe!” The voice on the other end drawled. “Are you free? I’m all alone and need some compa-”
Jungkook didn’t have the time and patience to listen to her needs. They want even her needs, they were her wants.
“Minah..” he said her name again. This time she faltered. “Kookie, I want you… Now.” He frowned at her demanding tone.
Normally, he wouldn’t even resist. She was beautiful, confident and in control. He liked that in a woman. She was too powerful for him to say “no” anyway, so she always got her own way. But Jungkook did like their little meetings. All touch, no talk. He liked Minah. Until he met y/n. Someone who needed him, who relied on him. That’s when Jungkook had realised he like that even more.
There was silence from both ends, just their breaths audible. “Minah”, Jungkook started for the third time, “Y/n found out about me. She ran away. I need to find her”. Jungkook emphasised that last word to get his point across.
“Well finally!”was the reply he recieved, causing Jungkook to furrow his brows in confusion. She waited then added “I was wondering when you’d kill that bitch.”
Jungkook gritted his teeth, his eyes darkening at the very thought. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Minah replied with no hesitation. “She’s had you for too long. You’re mine. No one takes what’s mine. She deserves what she’s about to get.” Then Minah echoed Jungkook’s words from this morning. “Remember who’s you are Jungkook”.
Jungkook didn’t realise how tense he had gotten, standing there clenching his fists. He didn’t care how powerful this woman was anymore. He didn’t care that technically she was his girlfriend. How dare she?
“I’m not gonna kill her. I’m bringing her back.” And with those words of finality Jungkook ended the call.
“Taehyung?”, he called. Taehyung peeked in through the doorway. Jungkook nodded to let him know the damned phone call was over and only then did Taehyung step back into the room. “What now?” he asked Jungkook, all his aches and pains long forgotten, replaced by determination to find y/n (and more specifically, his gun).
Jungkook didn’t hesitate before answering. “We get y/n back. Alive.”
Minah was bored. She had sent her men out to do her dirty work as she often did, but today they were taking longer than usual. Suho, her friend and rogue business partner, wasn’t replying to her either. She assumed there was no signal in his hiding place.
She sighed. Her boyfriend of one year, Jungkook, was probabaly at HQ discussing in great length about infiltrating Yoongi’s gang. She wanted this to be over. Why couldn’t they catch this whores brother and uncle quicker? So Jungkook could come back to her.
Over the past four months he’s become a lot more distant, meeting her less often and not wanting to talk to her. Said he ‘had no time’. Minah grimaced at all the times he’s rejected her, especially in the last couple of weeks. And all because of that bitch,y/n. She grimaced at the thought of y/n being competition.
A pretty, younger student, who latched on to her boyfriend’s every word. But she knew Jungkook, so she wasn’t jealous. She was convinced he would kill her when the time came. And he wouldn’t look back once.
Jungkook had done undercover work at least three times since Minah had met him. And he never got attached to the girl’s he had to fool. And if anyone found him out, he didn’t think twice before ending their life.
She recalled him telling her about some girl called Yuri, who was found to be spying on him. She knew he had killed her only this morning.
So when she found out y/n knew about Jungkook’s reality she smiled to herself. Finally, he would end her. And he would be Minah’s again.
But when Jungkook said the words “I’m not gonna kill her. I’m bringing her back.”, and hung up, she just stared at her phone in disbelief.
“This BITCH!” Minah screamed in a rage, flinging her phone at the nearest wall in anger. “I’m going to fucking KILL HER!”
Jungkook was hers. And only hers. And no one can get in their way. In her way. Minah recollected herself, and grabbed the now cracked phone. She took a deep breath and dialled another number.
How hard had Namjoon hit her? Jimin glanced at the time on his phone. It had almost been 2 hours. He glanced back at y/n, looking completely at peace in the light. Apart from all the blood on her. He turned to Namjoon who had just started to rifle through y/n’s bag, on Yoongi’s orders.
The boss hadn’t seen her in person yet. He had been communicating to the pair via text all morning. “Find anything good?”, Jimin asked referring to y/n’s bag.
“Clothes, charger, phone..”, Namjoon mumbled. Out fell a phone and they both heard the echo of it’s screen shattering. Jimin’s mouth pressed together, forming a tight line. She isn’t gonna be happy about that. Namjoon just looked at the phone and shrugged.
“Hold on..”Namjoon frowned. He shoved his big hand in the bag and slowly pulled out a gun. Where did she get a gun from?
“I’m gonna show boss this. The rest of it’s just her crap”. Jimin just internally sighed. “Go for it. She doesn’t really have a use for it”, he replied glancing at her again. Hold on? Is she moving?
Jimin saw her eyelids fluttering and hissed to Namjoon “Go get the boss. He told us to call when she wakes up.” Namjoon nodded, and suantered off, taking the gun with him.
Jimin waited until he left before turning back to y/n, who was softly groaning in pain. He watched as she realised she was bound and started to strugglr, probably not realising she wasn’t alone. “Rise and shine babe! Sleep well?” Y/n stopped and squinted into the darkness. Jimin realised she couldn’t see him and stepped forward.
From the following conversation that took place, y/n surprised him even more than their first encounter. She had knocked out Taehyung, one of Jin’s men, she had escaped two gang members single-handedly, she used her brain to work out Yuri was dead. Jimin was..impressed.
He wanted her alive longer. This wouldn’t be a problem unless she didn’t keep her mouth shut in front of Yoongi. Jimin knew that if the boss found out about Yuri…well that really wouldn’t end well for y/n. He would take his anger out on her. He mentally cursed Jungkook again.
He warned y/n not to say anything to Yoongi, she was smart enough to realise his casual warning was something serious. Her reply put him at ease. “Don’t worry Orange. I don’t plan on telling your maniac boss that my fake boyfriend killed his fake girlfriend. I’m not stupid.”
He opened his mouth to say “Good girl” when an unwelcome voice cut through the air like a knife. Jimin recognised the voice instantly. He heard it day in day out. “That’s not going to be a problem y/n. Because now I know”.
Yoongi tried calling Yuri for the millionth time that day, and still, no reply. What is this bitch playing at? He ran his hair through his mint coloured hair in frustration. Yoongi wasn’t in the mood for games. He didn’t want to see anyone, so was speaking to Jimin and Namjoon by text.
There was a tentative knock on the door. Yoongi’s features hardened further as he beckoned the person on the other side, “Come in.”
Just by the way the door was open and the thudding footsteps that followed, Yoongi knew it was Namjoon. “What is it?”, he inquired, turning to face the tall man.
Namjoon ran a hand through his pink hair. “Y/n’s starting to wake up.”
“Where did you get that gun from?”, Yoongi asked, nodding his head in the direction of Namjoon’s hands.
“Ah this”, Namjoon held it up so Yoongi could see, “This was found her bag boss.”
Yoongi’s eyes narrowed at this. “Give it to me.” Namjoon silently handed it over to the tense man. Yoongi asked him “Was there anything else of interest?”
“No boss.” Namjoon looked down in concentartion, trying to recall the items he’s seen. “Some clothes. Money. Oh, a phone.” Yoongi nodded. Sounds like she was running away.
“Keep an eye on the phone. That rat Jungkook might try calling her to track her down.” Namjoon nodded, “Yes boss”.
“Let’s go meet this mysterious y/n then Namjoon. Lead the way”.
“Sure thing. But boss, I have to tell you, I think Jimin likes her. He treats her different to the other whores he deals with. Yoongi looked at him quizically. “For example..?”
Namjoon continued, “For example, she came in the backseat. Not the boot.”
“Hmm.” Now that was unlike Jimin. I’ll talk to him myself later. Thank you Namjoon.”
The two men made their way quietly downstairs, in the room y/n was being kept. Yoongi could hear their voices from quiet a distance, so he slowed Namjoon down.
“Shh. I wanna hear what they’re saying!” he hissed. Namjoon replied, “You can go into the room, boss. Trust me, they won’t be able to see you.” Yoongi just nodded in acknowledgement. He walked into the room and peeked it. Namjoon was right- it was complete darkness except where they were sat. Yoongi took a good long look at the girl,y/n, sat there in an orange dress,looking up wide-eyed at Jimin, who was sat opposite her, his back to Yoongi. But Yoongi could envision that characteristic smirk Jimin had on his face, without even looking at him. This is what Yoongi (and Namjoon) could hear of the conversation.
“If you untied me, I could applaud you”, the girl spoke up. She really is..something, Yoongi thought to himself.
“Nice try babe.” Yoongi’s eyed narrowed at Jimin’s choice of words. He didn’t normally care, but he didn’t like Jimin calling her that. Yoongi mentally shook himself. Why do you give a shit?
“Hold on Orange. D-did you say this Yuri was with Jungkook last night?” The nickname made him tense without him even realising it. Orange? What kinda hostage nicknames her damn kidnapper?
“And has Mr Boss Man heard anything from her since that text about me?” Yoongi relaxed slightly at the words “Mr Boss man”. He liked that. It was cute. Focus, idiot. She’s only needed for information.
“..No. Which I find odd, cus she texts him 24/7. To the point where Yoongi says if she wasn’t useful, she’d be dead”. At this point, Namjoon stepped forward, probably to go and defend his boss, but Yoongi put an arm out to stop it. He wanted to hear more. Why was Jimin telling her this? He proabably knows I’m gonna kill her. Or else he wouldn’t dare speak to her so openly.
“Y/n..?” Jimin sounded worried. Yoongi stared at him in disgust. What the fuck was Jimin playing at?
“Yoongi doesn’t have a girlfriend, Jimin”. Huh? Is this kid special?
“Have you got amnesia. I just told you about Yuri and hi-”
“NO!” Yoongi felt Namjoon jump slightly at her loud voice. “Yoongi doesn’t have a girlfriend. He HAD a girlfriend.” Yoongi caught onto the meaning behind those words instantly. It was as he had feared.No. Fucking no. Bullshit. Bull. Shit. If Jungkook’s killed her I swear-
“Why do you think I looked like a runaway when you saw me? That’s exactly what I was doing- running away.” “I found out about Jungkook’s real job literally this morning. I woke up to him, Jin and Taehyung talking in my living room. From what I heard Jungkook had killed a girl and someone called..I think it was Hoseok?…was getting rid of the evidence”.
“So how did you get out without Jungkook knowing. He’s the most alert and careful person in this industry”.
“Jungkook had ‘some business’ to attend to. So he called Taehyung back to keep an eye on me. Long story short, I seduced Taehyung and knocked him out with his own gun. Then I grabbed my stuff and ran”.
“Oh my god..you knocked TAEHYUNG out!” Jimin’s laugh did nothing to dampen Yoongi’s anger. In fact, it only made it worse.
“HEY! Don’t underestimate the power of y/n.” This girl, y/n was smart. She had single-handedly figured out what had happened to Yuri. Yoongi just continued to stare at her, bound to a chair. Helpless, and in power at the same time.
“Sorry to uh, kill the mood here Orange, but what will Yoongi do when he finds out abou-” Yoongi licked his chapped lips at the sound of y/n saying his name. What even is she?
“He’ll do nothing. Because he’s not gonna find out. He’ll freak and that’s the last thing we need.” Yoongi’s concentration shifted from y/n to Jimin. He frowned at Jimin’s back. Since when did Jimin keep secrets from him? He might be lying to make her feel safe.
“Didn’t you say he didn’t like her? I mean , I know she’s dead, but you lot see dead people on a daily basis.” Isn’t she scared of us?
“…Yeah.But she was his. And what’s Yoongi’s is Yoongi’s. You take that away from him, you better have a death wish.” What if I make her mine? That bastard Jungkook wouldn’t know what hit him?
“Yeah, wish he took that rule with my things” Yoongi glanced at her possessions, strewn all over the floor, and smiled humourlessly.
“I suggest if you wanna live a lil longer babe, you keep quiet about Yuri.” Why is he trying to help her? What the fuck is he playing at?
“Don’t worry Orange. I don’t plan on telling your maniac boss that my fake boyfriend killed his fake girlfriend. I’m not stupid.” Maniac? Is that what she thinks? Maniac, my ass. I’m more level- headed at any of these bastards. Yoongi was in two minds. Should he kill her or make her his?
Finally he decided, and motioned for Namjoon to stay where he was. He spoke up, his tone hardened and dangerous.
“That’s not going to be a problem y/n. Because now I know”.