Chapter 2

The Kim will be here today, they are from the Seoul crime family who came to Busan for business purpose, they say the youngest son of the Kim's is the owner of The Bellissimo, the most famous casino and hotel of Busan, they are known as the most dangerous mafia family. The Kim's are ten feet than us. We are just a piece of shit in front of them and I don't want them to be here today.

The knock at the door brought me back to the earth. I rush to open it.

"Happy birthday, princess." I was offered a bouquet with white roses and a small box from the Tiffany's.

"V! I thought you already left! Thank you. That's so kind of you." He was in a black suit, which suits him a lot, gives him the real appearance of a mafia Capo.

He had a smirk on his lips. "How could I miss your birthday party?" His eyes trailed at me. I blushed at his words.

I couldn't help but curious about the box. "What's in?"

"You can open it."

I unwrapped the box immediately because seriously I can't wait to open my gift, especially this one! V's first offered present.

Wow! My eyes widened at the blue navy ring. "This is awesome! It will match with my birthday dress. Nice choice by the way." I smile at him.

He replied nothing but just a smirk. Then he got a phone call, his expression was a little bit weird. He made an excuse and went outside the room to answer the phone. After a little while he came back in and he didn't seem quite himself. Something's not right about him, my instinct told me that.

"Now you're about to leave, right?" I asked him with stitches brows.

"Yeah, I'm leaving and I assure you that we'll meet soon." He take some steps closer.

"You'll miss the party."

"I don't think so," he smirked devilishly. He reached for my cheek with his fingers and stroked it lightly then he placed a light kiss on it. "Have a blast," he left from my bedroom without any turn around.

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I walk down the hall, the old pat benatar song is playing in the background. Walking across the hall, people are staring at me with a pleasant smile on their face and this makes me like the birthday girl. I smile back at all of them.

My dad comes beside me, wrapping his hand around my waist. He leads me to a table well decorated with lilac flowers. His relationship with me seems to be joyful.

Suddenly he got a phone call coming in. Then he ignored me like I'm nobody but some random girl. Yeah that's what my dear dad did on her daughter's birthday party. I stood there just like a dumbass.

Jungkook joined us, he's the son of my father and my step brother. He was in Seoul for some business purposes and earned all the respect from my father. He's dad's favourite.

I have another step brother, Jin . He is biologically Jungkook's brother with one year gap but instead of trying hard he couldn't earned the same value as Jungkook. I should admit the fact that he is chivalrous to me.

"We're going to Seoul," my father says as he hangs up the phone.

"What happened?" Jungkook asks.

" Jeong gyu Kim is dead, so are eighteen of his men."

Now the war between the mafia and the Bratva seems inevitable.

"Go. Pack," my father commanded.

"Hey! My birthday party just begun. Come on!" That was bullshit. Why is he so hurried to go?

"Do as father said. It's urgent." Jungkook stated. That helps me understand why he's father's favourite.

I didn't blow my birthday candle, again. The party had been called off. I stand by the threshold to watch all the people leave. Perfect.

Seoul is a good place, anyway. I said that to myself, try to make myself feel better. My father brought us to Seoul several times. Our penthouse there was an amazing place, it has the most amazing view. That's the only comfort for me, yet I was never allowed to leave that construct.

"Pack some nice dresses," my mother says from the threshold. She looks like she's been crying, her eyes are bloodshot. Father must've yelled at her again.

"I packed my black dress. How long are we staying so I know how many clothes to actually bring."

"I don't mean your black dress, bring some of your finest dresses."

"Why? We're going to a funeral," I knit my eyebrows together.

"We will be attending some social gatherings there..."

"Don't question your mother. Bring the red dress and another one," Father looks distracted. "Be ready in twenty minutes, we are flying out tonight ."

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On our private plane, I sat next to Jin while Jungkook talks to father about business and mother sleeps. Jin looks antsy, shaking his legs and fiddling with his thumbs. He's always been a more handsome brother. Girls in my class got to go to parties and that's where they've seen Jin. I've unfortunately heard many cringeworthy stories that a sister shouldn't hear about her brother.

Jin, like me, has golden blond hair and blue eyes. His tan skin, white teeth and tall stature makes all the girls drool. Jungkook on the other hand with dark brown hair and brown eyes is handsome, but his cold features scare the crap out of everyone. He became a Made Man at thirteen, Jin, a Made Man at fifteen—what a disappointment to my father that was, but all he could say was thank God Jin wasn't his heir. He is the spare, and Jin has always been angry being thought about like that.

"What's wrong?" I ask him.

"Do you know what the death of Jeong gyu and his best men means?"

I shake my head.

"It means Seoul is weak at the moment. They'll need soldiers because the Russians are sure to strike again. After the funeral some of Father's men are going to stay to help them fight."

"And you're staying," I search for his eyes which are now looking out the plane window. His jaw ticks.

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