Y/N's POV
I sat back down in the seat next to Mikey's and gripped his hand within my own, taking a good lookover the slightly severed skin that covered his palm.
"Shielded my face in the blast," he told me calmly as if it was no biggie at all.
I nodded but stayed silent, however.My mind was wandering all around my head, trying to compute and comprehend the story that Ran had just given me.
He was a married man?
I could never see someone like Ran settled down with a wife of his own.
But then again, it wasn't settled when he was still one of the executives in Bonten.
Whoever he was with must have loved him dearly to stay around this shit.
Let alone die doing it.
My mind wandered back to that day in the training room, early on in my introduction to theunderground criminal network.
When he kissed me, I had not so proudly let him.
A sudden feeling of guilt spread through me, and I couldn't help but drop the dressing and salinewater I was holding, causing a worried look to cross Mikey's face.
He was widowed but still wore that ring as though he was married.
Eagerly waiting for the return of the woman, he loved after a long day at work.
And he and I had shared a kiss.
At the time, technically I hadn't been with Mikey, the both of us resented each other backthen and only saw our partnership as a forceful business deal.
But Ran had been married and still wore that ring like he was.
No wonder he had said 'This was amistake' and ran off on me.
"Y/n," I was snapped out of my panicked trance by Mikey's voice.
"What's the matter?" his concerned voice rang through my ears, and I knew that I wouldn't be ableto lie to him, so I told him the truth.
"Ran had a wife," I stuttered, still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing.
Mikey sighed and gripped my hand with his own, looking up at the roof before bringing his gazeback down toward me.
"He did, that's correct," he almost sounded hurt by the topic of conversation.
"What was her name?" I asked as he thought for a moment, seemingly playing memories in his mindbefore giving his answer.
"unnamed, her name was never revealed," he spoke softer now, as if so that Ran didn't hear her.
"She was murdered, yes?" I needed confirmation as if I needed to hear it one more time to believe it.
He let out a long and drawn‐out sigh, running a hand through the roots of his hair, I figured thismust have been a touchy topic.
"Brutally," he told me, "We were on a heist and long story short, got into a battle with another organization,she was kidnapped, and we'll just say that it didn't end well for anyone after that."He closed off the topic for further discussion but even with the confirmation, guilt still lingered in mystomach.
"Excuse me one moment," I stood up and moved back into that second room where I found Ran.
He was perched on the edge of a small sofa, his elbows on his knees and fists clasped together,staring intensely at the ground.
"Mhm," I cleared my throat, making my presence known, his eyes shot up and he stared at me.
"What is it?" he demanded, his voice short and constricted.
He sounded like he was about to burstinto tears.
"Why did you kiss me that day, in the training room? You still wear your ring like you wait for her tocome home each night, why did you kiss me?" I narrowed my eyes and forced the words out of mythroat.
He sat up straight and ushered me to take a seat next to him, to which I took him up on his offer.
"You reminded me of her," he muttered more to himself than to me.
"What?" I shook my head in disbelief, he had kissed me because I reminded him of her.
"At the moment, that's all it was," he shrugged like a moody teenager which annoyed me.
"You are unbelievable. How stupid do you think I am Ran?"
"I don't know what you're talking about?" he huffed.
"You liked me," I let out a sadistic laugh, almost mocking him.
"No," he shot back defensively, "and so what if I did? You are Mikey's and I don't fuck with hisrelationships, just like he never fucked with mine," his voice became heated.
"I have to tell him, I feel so guilty about it," I told him, his fists clenched, and he looked up into myeyes with such hatred and fear I was stunned.
"I strongly recommend you reconsider that decision. You may think that your relationship is all thatbut trust me when I say it's not. You're treading on thin ice here, one wrong move and you'll have abullet embedded in your brain,"His words left me speechless, how dare he.
"What the" I started before he cut me off.
"You don't know Mikey; you think you have him all figured out and nailed down but trust me when Isay you don't. if you tell him, you kissed another man, he will have both our heads in an instant.Handling emotions and bad news isn't one of his strong points,"
"Please, we weren't even together when that happened. I was kidnapped and merely findingresidence in your compound then, Mikey and I were nothing,"
"Maybe not to you, but as soon as you met him, he liked you and he wanted you. But go ahead,break his heart. Tell him I kissed you before he could, stained you, tell him that you didn't pull awayfrom me, that you returned the kiss," his eyes grew cold and hard as I fell silent in defeat.
"You're very unpleasant to hold a conversation with," I stood up and went to the door.
"I never said it was a strong point of mine, does your silence mean you'll take my advice?" a smirkflickered across his lips.
"For now," I spat venomously, turning on my heels and leaving him to sulk alone.
I returned to Mikey and sat down in a huff.
"You good?" Mikey questioned, I sent him a falsified smile and nodded slightly.
Would he really shootme if I stepped out of line?
"How long until we land?" I asked moodily, the guilt eating me away from the inside out.
"A few hours maybe, are you sure you're, okay?" he asked again, my patience was lowering.
"I'm fine," I shuffled to look out the window, curling my knees to my chest and holding in tears.
Ran's words lingered in my mind.
The thought of being murdered by the man I loved scared me todeath and made me question my decision to love him.
"Y/n,"My fine line of patience snapped.
"Mikey, I don't want to talk right now, I want to be left alone! In the last twenty‐four hours I've beenshot at, had grenades thrown at me, and nearly burned to death! I just want to be alone," he lookedconfused and taken aback, unable to respond.
I stood up and moved to the other side of the plane, sitting back down, and pulling my knees to my chest, looking out the window and closing my eyes, drifting off into an uneasy sleep.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I threw open the door to the compound feeling like I had been taken back to the zoo again.
In a fit of rage and confusion, I raced up the stairs and without thinking, let myself straight into Mikey's room, slamming the door shut after me and clicking the lockdown.
I fell into a heap on the floor, collapsing into a puddle of tears and sobs.
My mind was a mess, the sounds of gunshots and the feeling of fire prickled against my skin.
I squeezed my eyes shut and yanked roughly at clumps of my hair, letting out an ear‐piercing screamthat filled the compound as images and sights continued to flood my mind.
There was a loud banging at the door, followed by a scream.
"Y/n! Unlock the door!" Mikey called from the outside, continuing to bang on the door.
Gunshots rang around the room in my mind and fire continued to consume me.
I couldn't move, Iwas stuck in my spot, paralyzed in my nightmare.
"Mikey, I'll kick down the door if I must! Please unlock it!" Mikey continued to beg from the outside asI continued to sob and scream.
He must have waited another minute before I felt a large amount of force behind my back, causingme to scurry forward into the middle of the floor.
Moments later he stood in front of me, before falling on the ground next to me.
My chest continued to rise and fall rapidly and my whole body shook as he wrapped me up into hisarms.
My face was nuzzled into his collarbone as I sobbed.
One of his hands gripped the back of my headand held it steady, the other snaked around my back, comforting me.
"You're okay my love, you're safe," he whispered lightly in my ear as I calmed my breathing enough to get a few words out.
"Don't lie to me Mikey," I stuttered softly.
"I'm not,"
"You don't know the future," I replayed our conversation from earlier.
"Maybe not, but I know you're safe now, and I know that while we're here right now, it's all going tobe alright," he ran soft fingers through my hair and listened to my breathing as it softened.
"I want you to promise me something Mikey," I whispered.
"Anything,"
"I want you to promise me you'll stay alive,"He scoffed slightly, I knew he couldn't promise me that, he wasn't God.
He didn't make those kinds ofdecisions.
"I'm not going to lie to you," he uttered softly, "but I can promise you that I'll try my very best,"