Y/N

" Y/N , this is terrible idea. We need to leave. " Jimin whispered in agony.

" God damn it , Jimin . Let me just. " I sighed. " Fuck. Jungkook has gone through hell all by himself and you think I would sit my ass back and watch him fight alone. "

" But what are we doing here?" He shrugged his shoulders sticking his hands in the pockets.

" I want to see everything. How he schemed his every plans and I want to accompany him to fight them. This is our war , Jimin. This war is mine and Jungkook's. I have all the damn privileges to plunge my ass in this combat!" I snapped at him.

" He doesnt want you to put in a grave danger , Y/N. Stop bullshitting and lets leave before Jungkook finds out I brought you to his house. " He oscillated his head around to capture anything suspicious to hunt us down as Paxson knows where me and Jungkook stayed after our wedding.

" Wait. Let me just take a look at what happened around me! " I scrolled my eyes through the papers and documents that were affixed at the board which were connected with red tapes. " I never knew there was a room concealed in this house. " I titled my head.

I insisted Jimin persistently, to take me out of the hospital to Jungkook's house where he dragged me , after our wedding. I conveyed to him that I wanted to witness everything Jungkook did to stalk me and protect me. Nevertheless. I had another scheme of plans. To project myself as a bait to Enzo and Paxson. For a retribution. So that my asshole husband would certainly show up his ass to save his wife from them. And I could rupture his mask of hatred towards me.The false hatred.

Jimin didnt give in when I stated that I want to pay a visit to Jungkook's house. However, he gave in when I delivered my obdurate statement that I would barge outside the hospital to subject myself into being vulnerable for an abduction by Paxson or Enzo.

Well. I wanted to visit the house because i want to aggregate something without Jimin's knowledge. Enzo's contact details. I am going to allow the bastard to get me by projecting myself as a bait to him. So that, my asshole husband would show up to save my ass from the moron. And I want to confront my darling husband , for deciding to combat all alone by himself while I have the damn privileges to be in the war.

" Jungkook, concealed this room in this house so that no one would find out what he was actually planning. Only mine and his retinal scan would open this door . But no one else. " Jimin spoke softly.

I didnt have a single trace of the idea he totally camouflaged a room for his research and analysis on investigating the criminals. The room was concealed behind a wall painting in the living room.

" Perfect. " I mumbled as I scanned my eyes through the various paper cuttings and the photos of mine from my age of eighteen to till now." Asshole was totally obsessed with me. " I murmured again with a pleasing smile at the corner of my lips.Some snaps of mine were taken that was irrelevant to his plan of extricating me. They were candid.

I scrolled my eyes again firmly to grasp any contact details of Enzo being affixed to the board. Nope. They are not there. I oscillated around. My eyes lingered on huge collection of every range of pistols, guns , carbines were orientated in glass racks across the room.

I sighed annoyingly and my eyes fell on a photograph which was framed.A wedding photo of a woman and a man. I abruptly took it and swiped my fingers on its outer layer of glass.

" Thats Jungkook's mom and dad, Y/N. " Jimin said with a sigh.

" She is so beautiful." I whispered softly. I squinted my eyes at Jungkook's mom's finger to get a better vision of the ring. It was the same ring he slid into my finger at our wedding. Tears brimmed at my eyes.

This is so pretty!

Do you like it dear. ?

A hazy memory swam in.

It was her voice i was hearing inside my head. It was her. It was her ring. I lost it to a sick bastard.

Wait.

Jungkook did mention that he has the ring to himself and didnt want to give it to me because he was pretending to love me, which was a lie. He has the ring . He would have probably found that ring from the carrion of the driver who escorted me through the woods to sell me to Enzo accompanying other shitbags,before I threw my hands to stab his neck.

I scoffed gently.

" I want to see my mom. I mean I dont remember her face. Are there any other snaps or photos in the system " I pointed my finger at his personal computer system. However, I actually lied through my teeth. I dont want to see the snap of my mom. For now. Because I am going to meet her up soon when I drag Paxson over here.  I want to grasp Enzo's contact details to make my husband drag his ass over here so that I can spank him up nice and fine.

" Yeah. I think he has one. " He switched it on for me. " Let me just.. " He curled his lower lip inwards and clicked the left button of the computer mouse a few times.

Out of the blue, something strike inside my head. My mother.

" Jimin, how did Paxson get my mother? " my face frowned.

" Its was Jake, director of NIA. He tricked Mrs. Rey and took her out of the penthouse saying you will be in danger if she doesn't show up in NIA.  Paxson found out and abducted her. "

" Penthouse?" I squinted my eyes at him.

" Well, Jungkook hid Mrs. Rey in his penthouse for years as Paxson was hunting for her. " He retorted.

I immersed myself in connecting the dots, how did Paxson find out Jake was taking my mom outside the house.

" Was anyone with Jake while he brought mom outside the penthouse? "I shot up a question. Suddenly. Because there was certainly a missing piece in this puzzle of perplexsion.

" I .. dont know, Y/N.." He eyebrows knitted.

" Get the footage from the traffic cops and check if there was anyone with Jake. "

" Yup." Jimin took out his phone and set it to his ears. " Get me the footage of the traffic enforcement camera of past two days. ASAP. I need it right now. " He hung up the call and glanced at me.

I nodded at him.

We waited for a few moments. His phone shuddered in his hands. He swiped on the phone screen and tapped it to view the footage.

He scrolled the video until Jake's car showed up in the footage. Few scrolls his car was in halt at the traffic signal.

" There. its him " Jimin commented.

" Who is that beside him?" I peeped into the screen. " I have seen him somewhere!" He tapped back to the dialer pad and set the phone to his ear. " I am sending you a screenshot of the footage. There is another man beside Jake. Get his details and send me ASAP. "

One minute paused. His phone shuddered again. He tap opened the document link he recieved.

His countenance frowned. He pursed his lips into thin line. " Maxwell carpenter. Former Police officer" He gave me a glance. We glanced at each other for one straight beat.

" Oh my god.His son is Jake carpenter. Wait . " He sighed. " Jake and Jungkook were not in their good terms. It was because of Maxwell. "

" What?" I shook my head as I didnt get any glimpse of content about what he was saying.

" Y/N. what if Maxwell was the anonymous police officer who helped Paxson to hook Jungkook into the crime? What if he was with Paxson still, and instructed Jake to get Mrs. Rey out of the penthouse after he found out Jungkook was the spy." He stated.

" Jake got back to his father only a few weeks back. Because Maxwell went missing for years. When he came back he might have shook hands with Paxson and enjoined to Jake to trap Mrs. Rey. "

" Oh my God. " I clamped my hands to my mouth.

"We need to get Maxwell and disclose everything he did right from arresting Jungkook to pushing him to asylum. "His jaw clenched popping out a nerve on it.

We didnt talk for a moment as we swayed into the something bizarre that came to light.

" Jimin, Can you get me some water?" I asked by taking a huge anonymous gulp down.I need to stick to the plan to bring Jungkook here. I want him now. I want him to confess right against my face that he loves me.

" You okay?"

" Umm... its just the room I think. It suffocates me. Can you just get me some water. " I cleared my throat.

" Sure." He nodded his head with disorientation streaking through his face. He turned around to leave the room.

" Jimin!"

" Yes."He oscillated around to face me.

" Can you give me your phone I have to call one of my medical assistants from the hospital to pick me up. " My words were about to stutter.

His eyebrows frowned.

" I will just leave from here. I think I need some .. Some..." He inclined his head forward concentrating on my words. " Some rest. My head is hurting. Please . Give me your phone. I have already informed them before leaving the hospital that I would contact them if there is any need for an emergency. "

" You okay? Are you sure?" His eyebrows rose upto his hairline. " Do you want me to call, Freya."

A pinch of softness slashed through his eyes when she called out her name.

" No no. Its fine. Just..give me the phone. " I led my palm to him.

He swiftly took out his phone and disclosed the security lock to hand it over to me.

" Here. I will get you some water. " He stepped out of the room and I instantly tapped my finger relentlessly on the phone screen as I was petrified it would turn off after its limited time to be screen on.

I clicked the mouse of the computer to surf for any contact details about Enzo. There were numerous folders and I couldn't figure out which one to open.

I clicked on a random folder which lead me into the footage of myself taking a shower in my bathroom at Paxson's mansion.

Oh. Asshole was watching me taking showers for nearly eight years and might have relished it. i wonder how much time he might have jerked his dick off while watching this clippings.

I tapped the close mark on the corner of the window tab and again switched to any other folders. I scrolled down. I clicked back again.

My eyes rolled towards the door to check on Jimin's figure that would appear by anytime. I closed the door by plunging my leg on it so that I can get some time to surf further.

Sweat beads coated over my forehead and my nape. It travelled down to my tail bone.

" Fuck. " I cursed and my eyes fell on the folder named Enzo that was plastered right on the desktop page.

Fucking yes!

I double clicked it and the folder opened. It has several folders. I scrolled down and my eyes fell on the folder named identity document. I double clicked on it.

My heart went up into a gallop such that it almost leaped out of my mouth.

I kept tapping my finger Jimin's phone screen to halt it being in the stage of stand by.

The folder lead me to several Identity documents of Enzo. I squinted my eyes to find the word starting from E ending to the letter O.

Gotcha!

I instantly entered the contact number in his identity document at jimin's phone on the popped up dialer pad.

After one beat, I tapped the call icon on the screen. The phone rang blaring my ears. I sprinted my feet and latched the lock of the door, to delay Jimin barging inside.

" Hey loser. Hiding somewhere fearing my husband huh? " I spoke without any traces of wobbles in my voice.

" Who is this?" The bastard spoke with his most distasteful voice.

" Why dont you come over here and find out you, Dipshit?" I mocked him.

There was a pause for two seconds.

" Y/N. " He sighed.

" Y/N!" The door knob rattled. It was Jimin. " Y/N!! Open the goddamn door. Dont do anything stupid. "

" Come and get me , motherfucker. Dont be a pussy, clinging over Paxson's back. Scared of my husband huh?" I provoked him.

" Dont test me darling. Do you wanna see How I can fuck you right in front of your husband's eyes?" He drawled.

" Good luck with that. Oh and I am at my husband's house. If you're finding it arduous to locate me. !" I scoffed mockingly and hung up the call.

" Y/N. Open the door! Goddamn it.! " He broke inside laying off the latches of the door.

" What have you done, Y/N?" He let our sharp inhale and exhale.

" Leave. And get my husband. Tell him Enzo and Paxson will be here soon to get me. Tell him It is his last chance to save me. Or else I will be gone forever. " I slid his phone into his palm.

" I shouldnt have trusted you." He clasped his teeth together throwing wrathful glare at me.

I drifted up the side of my lips to my ears and stepped out of the room. He followed me.

One minute of tranquil around us and numerous gun shot fired over the bulletproof glasses of the windows.

They are here.

" Down! Down! Get your head down, Y/N!" He pressed his hands over my shoulders and guided me to squat.

" Fuck!" He cursed and hauled out the pistol from his waistband and curled his fingers around the magazine of the gun to pop out the bullet on anyone who shows up inside.

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