𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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His jaw is clenched, and as much as I can see the exhaustion and the hint of worry behind those eyes, these men can't. He's masking it all.

"I've already called the cops. You got twenty minutes to pack your shit, or else you'll be taken. Ghost won't be here to save you this time." He warns, and after that realization, the men scatter to their rooms for their belongings.

After they run off, Jungkook runs down the halls, bypassing people as they panic. Once we make it to the exit, he helps me on the ladder where I climb. I hurry up the ladder and breathe the earthy air once again.

Once outside, he picks me up once more, and he runs down the hill, rushing to a parked vehicle. He puts me in the passenger side, and he hurries into the driver's side where he immediately starts calling for help.

My mind is racing with so many thoughts I can't keep up with what's happening. Is this real? Did we escape? And then it hits me... he was willing to die with me.

"Yoongi, I found her. I repeat. Yoongi, I found Vee!" He says with a bright smile when glancing at me. "Use the locater on the vehicle. There's more of these bastards, so bring enough men."

"We're on our way. Be there in ten." Yoongi's voice is so serious.

Jungkook breathes fully for the first time it seems, and he looks so happy. "They've been sticking close to me since these last few locations I've been at. I've searched everywhere for you, Vee. I hope you know I was never going to give up until the day I found you."

So much just happened that I'm not sure what to take in first: Ghost's death, Jungkook finding me, my escape, hearing him mention Yoongi. There are so many different thoughts to focus on, but right now, all I can focus on is that smile he wears when looking at me.

"Vee, I—"

I don't waste time letting him speak as I reach across the space in the vehicle and press my lips against his. I've missed him in so many ways, and the way his lips press against mine so perfectly tells me how we were made for each other.

"I love you," I say in between breaths.

With a small smile, he rests his head against mine and whispers. "I love you more than life."

𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

Before I knew it, two months flew by within the blink of an eye, and nothing was ever the same. The world in which I knew before was forever changed, and I knew I was never going back to it.

The men associated with Ghost were all tracked down, captured, and we're pretty sure will be sentenced to life in prison when the trial begins in a few months.

As for their wives and children, they were freed at last. Some women were able to dust themselves off, travel home with their children, and are coping the best way they can after being forced into such a sickening situation. Other women are in therapy, a few gave up their children in foster homes because it was too difficult for them, and I know at least one took her own life. Emily was coping well, given everything.

Now, there's not much to say about Ghost... since he's, you know, toast... too soon? But on a serious note, there wasn't much to do about that. He killed people, and I killed him. That part was never mentioned, and I told the police I didn't know what happened to him.

They weren't able to recover his whole body, but enough of his men testified he was dead, and the case was closed after that, especially since later on tissue samples were found of what barely remained of him.