I run a hand through my dark purple hair, a sigh leaving my lips as I lean against Father's desk. He's currently sitting in his desk chair, mumbling curse words under his breath.
"(Isn't it your job to keep this from happening?)" I snap, glaring at the terrified blonde, "(How the fuck did you manage to screw us royally?)" she starts shaking again, whimpers leaving her lips. Father slams his hand onto his desk, louder curse words leaving his lips. I don't budge from my spot, but the blonde jumps, blue eyes wide in fear. She's avoiding all eye contact, which is smart.
"(Get out of my sight,)" Father hisses. I glance at him, watching him nod once. I grab the blondes arm, digging my acrylic black nails into her arm. She whines in pain, stumbling after me as I drag her towards the door. I shove her towards one of the guards, waving my hand. I slam the door closed, walking towards Father.
"(What are we going to do?)" I ask, taking the seat the blonde was sitting in. I throw my legs over the arm rest, leaning my head onto my hand. Father looks up at me, dark brown eyes filled with worry and fear as well as anger.
"(We've got no choice, we have to do what he wants,)" he sighs, shoulders sagging in defeat, "(They do not know about you, no one does, and I would like to keep it that way,)" I was a shock to everyone here, Mother wasn't suppose to have another child, let alone a female child. Mother passed during birth, but I keep her memory alive, looking the most like her and all.
"(I won't allow you to enter this alone, they're my family too,)" I snarl, stopping him with a cold glare, "(I will not allow this family to be torn apart anymore,)"
"(I know, and I hate that about you,)" Father mumbles, a sad smile on his lips. He opens his mouth to speak again, but his office door bangs open, a dark haired male breathing heavily running inside.
"(Jeon Gang - is here,)" the man gasps, my body shooting out of the chair. Blood splatter's my clothes in skin as the male's head is blown in, his body dropping to the ground lifelessly at my feet. My eyes move from the now lifeless corpse to the male's now standing in the door way. I trail my eyes over the two, one being Mr. Jeon himself and his youngest son, Jeon Jungkook. I tense up, hand itching to grab the weapon I always carry on my being.
"(Stupid rat,)" Mr. Jeon hisses, shaking his head as his son moves the gun to me, "(Deal with her,)" he states, the male holding the gun smirking. I don't move an in, twitching my hands behind my back where Father can see. He pulls the trigger, giving very little time to move. The bullet grazes my shoulder as I dodge out of the way. I land easily, pulling out my own gun. I cock it, aiming it at Mr. Jeon.
"(Put your gun down or your Father will have his brain's blow out of his fucking head,)" I snap, finger pressing softly on the trigger. Mr. Jeon watches me carefully, putting a hand on his son's gun, "(Did you really think walking in here and killing one of our's was going to fucking work?)" I snap, gun still trained on the bastard. He smirks, chuckling.
"(So naïve,)" an arm wraps around my throat, something slamming into my wrist. I cry out in pain, dropping the gun. I slam my heel onto the asshole's foot, throwing my elbow back. I shove my shoulder into their chest, throwing them over my shoulder and onto the chair. A hand yanks on my hair, pulling me out onto the balcony. The bitch shoves me over the railing, ready to push me off.
"(Stop,)" Father yells, "(I'll give you what you want, just let her go,)" the defeat in his voice pisses me off. I am yanked inside, being shoved toward the Jeon's. Jungkook grabs me, an arm wrapping around my waist, a gun being shoved into my back. Father looks at me, fear clear in his voice.
"(Such a beauty, special too if you're giving in so easily, must mean something to you,)" he says, nodding at the blonde bitch smirking. A knife pierces my leg, my teeth grinding together painfully. I rip the blade out of my leg, shoving it into the blonde's throat. Jungkook grabs my arm, slamming me into the wall. I growl, struggling against his hold.
