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As Chanyeol paced around his home office, the weight of Minseok's betrayal heavy on his mind, he suddenly remembered to call his consigliere, Heechul, to meet him in the mansion. The call ended with Chanyeol cursing under his breath, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

Returning to his couch, Chanyeol's desire to work on his ongoing architectural designs dissipated, replaced by a restless energy that left him unable to focus. With a sigh, he reached into his drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Taking one between his fingers, he left it hanging between his lips, a silent acknowledgment of his mounting tension.

Scanning the room, Chanyeol's search for his lighter came up empty. Frustrated, he glanced down at his wristwatch, a sleek and modern piece that held more than just the time. With a quick flick of his wrist, the watch emitted a small spark, igniting the end of the cigarette. Chanyeol smirked, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he took a drag, the smoke swirling around him in a hazy cloud, the bitter taste mingled with his thoughts. Heechul's arrival was imminent, and Chanyeol knew he needed to strategize carefully. The weight of Minseok's betrayal hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over his once-trusted confidant.
Minutes passed like hours as Chanyeol sat lost in thought, the rhythmic ticking of the clock serving as a constant reminder of the impending storm. Finally, the sound of footsteps approaching his office broke the silence, signaling Heechul's arrival.

With a composed demeanor, Heechul entered the room, his expression unreadable. "Don Park, you sent for me." he greeted with a respectful bow, acknowledging the gravity of the situation.

"Heechul," Chanyeol responded, his voice low and measured, "Sit, we have a problem."

Heechul's eyes narrowed slightly as he took a seat, "What happened?" he inquired, his voice steady despite the underlying tension.

Chanyeol recounted the details of Minseok's betrayal, his words laced with frustration and anger. Heechul listened intently, his features impassive as he processed the information.
"We need to act quickly," Chanyeol continued, his tone urgent. "Minseok's plan is already in motion, and we can't afford to let him gain any more ground. Minseok has been giving out information about me to my rivals," Chanyeol stated grimly, his frustration evident in his tone. "And I believe that the attacks on my men have been as a result of this betrayal."

Heechul cursed under his breath, his anger simmering at Minseok's treachery. "That bastard," he muttered, his contempt for Minseok palpable.

Chanyeol's jaw clenched, his resolve hardening. "I need you to work solely with Sehun," he instructed, his voice firm. "Not that I trust him entirely, but as the Don, I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt for now."
Heechul nodded in understanding, acknowledging the necessity of their collaboration with Sehun in light of the unfolding situation. "Consider it done," he affirmed, his determination unwavering.

Chanyeol leaned in closer, his gaze intense. "Leave no traces," he emphasized, the gravity of their task weighing heavily on his mind. "Station some reliable hitmen around the venue of the sit-down coming up on Sunday evening."
Heechul's brow furrowed in concern. "Do you know the venue or the details of the sit-down?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.
Chanyeol shook his head, his expression unreadable. "No, but find out everything you can about Minseok's connections," he replied, his eyes glinting with determination. "Minseok may not be telling me, but he wants to take me by surprise. We can't afford to underestimate him."

Heechul nodded in agreement, his mind already racing with potential counter-strategies. "I'll gather the necessary intelligence and mobilize our resources, Don Park," he assured Chanyeol. "We won't let Minseok's treachery go unpunished."

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As Minseok's car cut through the city streets, the air inside was thick with tension, palpable even in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. Seated beside him, Park Bogum, the aspiring Assemblyman with his political ambitions as towering as the skyscrapers they passed, wore a mask of disappointment.

"So, what's our move now?" Bogum's voice crackled with frustration, punctuated by the distant honking of cars and the occasional siren. "Don Park turned down our offer, despite the hefty sum we dangled in front of him. How much more does he want?"

Minseok's lips curled into a sinister smile, a gleam of malice dancing in his eyes as he contemplated their next move. "Patience, my dear Bogum Hyung," he cooed, his tone dripping with calculated confidence. "The Don may have refused us, but there are other ways to make him bend to our will. We just need to find the right leverage."

Bogum's brow furrowed in curiosity, his desperation for political backing mingling with a newfound sense of intrigue. "And what leverage might that be?" he pressed, leaning forward in his seat, his eyes fixed on Minseok's face.

Minseok chuckled darkly, relishing in the anticipation of the chaos he planned to unleash. "Oh, you'll see," he replied cryptically, his words hanging in the air like a promise of impending doom. "For now, let's focus on our objectives. I'll have a plan in place within three days. Until then, Assemblyman Park, you're dismissed."

As Bogum exited the car and entered his car parked by the road, his mind abuzz with thoughts of power and influence, Minseok's gaze lingered on the city skyline, a silent vow of vengeance burning bright within his heart.

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As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the sprawling estate, Minseok navigated his sleek black car down the winding driveway towards the imposing mansion instead of his chamber at the order of the Don. The cool autumn breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of fallen leaves and the promise of the coming winter.

Mafia soldiers, their sharp suits glinting in the fading light, stood at attention, offering respectful bows as Minseok's car glided past. But Minseok, with the confidence of a man who knew his place in the hierarchy, paid them little heed, his attention fixed on the grandeur of the mansion looming ahead.

Stepping out of the car, Minseok exuded an aura of quiet authority as he strode towards the entrance, his footsteps echoing against the marble floor of the opulent foyer. The air crackled with anticipation, each step bringing him closer to the heart of Chanyeol's domain.

In the dining room, bathed in the soft glow of an exquisite chandelier, Chanyeol, the undisputed Don of the underworld, sat at the head of the table, his sharp features illuminated by the shimmering light. His gaze flickered up from his phone as Minseok entered.

Chanyeol set his phone aside, its screen facing down, a testament to his need for privacy. Sehun, Chanyeol's loyal Capo, and Heechul, the enigmatic consigliere, were already seated, their presence adding an air of mystery to the gathering.

Minseok bowed to the Don in respect. His arrival was met with a polite nod from Chanyeol, who gestured for him to take a seat. As Minseok settled into his chair, the tension in the room palpable, he couldn't shake the feeling that tonight's dinner held more than just the promise of a meal. Something was simmering beneath the surface, something that would soon come to light in the shadows of the mafia's world.

As Sehun, and Heechul bowed respectfully to Minseok, acknowledging his status as Sotto, Minseok returned the gesture with a nod, a silent acknowledgment of their mutual respect. The subtle exchange of courtesies spoke volumes about the intricate hierarchy of the mafia world.

With a playful glint in his eye, Minseok turned his attention to Heechul, the enigmatic consigliere, teasing him about their long-overdue reunion. Heechul's smile was wry as he quipped about being on the lookout for rats, a reminder of the ever-present dangers lurking in their world, and they burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, Chanyeol, the stoic Don, observed the playful banter between his subordinates with amusement, his finger tapping thoughtfully against his cheek. Despite their years in the business, they still could bicker like children, a testament to the complex dynamics of their relationships that may soon change.

As the maids entered the dining room, their arms laden with trolleys of steaming dishes, Chef Kyungsoo followed closely behind, bearing a carrier filled with exquisite wines and water bottles. The aroma of the freshly cooked meal mingled with the rich scent of the wine, tantalizing the senses.

With practiced precision, the maids set the dishes before the assembled guests, their movements graceful and efficient. Chef Kyungsoo, with a deferential bow, presented the wine to Chanyeol, seeking his permission to pour.

Chanyeol's gaze lingered on Kyungsoo for a moment before nodding his approval. With a steady hand, Kyungsoo poured a glass of wine, but before offering it to Chanyeol, he raised the glass to his lips took a small sip, and swallowed. It was a tradition as old as the mafia itself – a precaution against poisoning, ensuring the safety of the Don.

Satisfied with the test, Kyungsoo placed the glass in front of Chanyeol who thanked him before accepting the glass of wine from Kyungsoo and taking a sip, with the taste of the wine rich and satisfying on his palate. As the meal began in earnest, Chanyeol remained ever vigilant, his keen eyes observing each member of his inner circle, knowing that in the world of the mafia, trust was a rare and precious commodity.

As the sumptuous aroma of Chef Kyungsoo's culinary creations filled the air, the members of Chanyeol's inner circle indulged in the decadent feast before them. Plates were passed, wine was poured, and laughter echoed off the walls of the elegant dining room. Yet, amidst the revelry, Chanyeol remained unusually subdued, his focus fixed more on the contents of his glass than the food laid out before him.

Consigliere Heechul, ever the provocateur, steered the conversation towards the upcoming sit-down, his sharp gaze lingering on Minseok. "Sotto Minseok, what's the venue for this little gathering?" he inquired, his tone casual yet laden with curiosity.

Minseok, taking a sip of water to collect his thoughts, replied, "It's a quiet and exclusive restaurant in Gangnam. Goes by the name of 'La Dolce Vita'."

"La Dolce Vita?" Heechul raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "But why that location?" he pressed, his interest piqued.

With a nonchalant shrug, Minseok replied, "I wouldn't know honestly, I just received the information. Seems safe enough, and it's far from prying eyes."

Heechul nodded in understanding before delving further, "And who else will be in attendance? Jackville, perhaps?"

Minseok's expression remained unreadable as he answered, "Not just us. Word has it that other Mafia Dons will be making an appearance as well."

Heechul's curiosity seemed to intensify at this revelation. "Should we be concerned about any potential complications?" he asked, his gaze lingering on Minseok with a hint of suspicion.

The question hung in the air, causing Minseok to nearly choke on his wine. He glanced around the table, his mind racing with the possibilities of what could go wrong. In the dangerous game of mafia politics, even the most carefully laid plans could unravel in an instant.

As the conversation flowed, punctuated by laughter and the clinking of glasses, Chanyeol's phone chimed with a soft tone, drawing the attention of the room to its sleek surface. With a casual flick of his wrist, Chanyeol retrieved his phone, his lips curling into a smirk as he read the message that flashed across the screen.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Chanyeol beckoned to Kyungsoo with a subtle gesture, the movement fluid and precise. Kyungsoo, ever the embodiment of efficiency, approached the Don with silent deference, his gaze unwavering as he awaited instruction.

Leaning in close, Chanyeol whispered a few words into Kyungsoo's ear, his voice low and conspiratorial. Kyungsoo's response was equally hushed, his lips brushing against the Don's ear as he relayed his message.

With a nod of understanding, Chanyeol dismissed Kyungsoo with a flick of his hand, the silent exchange between them speaks volumes about the unspoken language of trust and loyalty that bound them together.

Turning his attention back to Minseok, Chanyeol's gaze was sharp, his eyes betraying a hint of suspicion beneath their stoic facade. "Kim Minseok, the Consigliere asked, should we be making preparations for any potential complications?" he inquired, his voice measured yet tinged with an undercurrent of caution.

Minseok, ever the picture of confidence, waved off Chanyeol's concerns with a casual flick of his hand. "No need for that, Don Chanyeol," he replied, his tone calm and assured. "This sit-down is meant to be a gesture of goodwill, a chance for peaceful dialogue."

Chanyeol nodded in acknowledgment, but the flicker of doubt lingered in his eyes, a silent reminder of the treacherous waters they navigated in their line of work. After all, trust was a rare commodity in their world, and Chanyeol couldn't shake the memory of the overheard conversation that had set his instincts on edge earlier that day.

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Baekhyun emerged from the shower, tendrils of steam enveloping him in a cocoon of warmth as he reached for his phone. With a flick of his thumb, he unlocked the screen to reveal a message from Don Chanyeol, a familiar thrill coursing through him at the sight of Chanyeol's name. As he read Chanyeol's inquiry about his day, a smile spread across Baekhyun's face, his heart fluttering with anticipation.

His fingers moved with practiced ease as he typed out his response, sharing tidbits of his school and afternoon activities with Chanyeol. Meanwhile, amidst the clinking of cutlery and the murmur of conversation, Chanyeol's phone buzzed with Baekhyun's reply, drawing his attention away from the dinner table for a moment.

'I suppose you will be having dinner now,' Chanyeol mused, his lips quirking up in amusement as he formulated his next message. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he proposed the idea of dinner together once his family had departed, igniting a spark of excitement in Baekhyun's chest.

Baekhyun's cheeks warmed at Chanyeol's teasing message, a soft giggle escaping his lips as he read the next words. 'That's what boyfriends do, isn't it?' The playful edge in Chanyeol's text sent a flutter through Baekhyun's heart, a rush of warmth flooding his chest as he realized the depth of their connection.

His pulse quickened with excitement, the implications of Chanyeol's words sinking in like sweet honey. Baekhyun couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with affection for the Don. At that moment, amidst the gentle glow of his phone screen, Baekhyun felt a wave of gratitude wash over him, thankful for the blossoming romance that had unexpectedly found its way into his life.

With trembling fingers, Baekhyun agreed to their impromptu dinner plans, the anticipation building with each exchanged message. 'Okay, I will come down when your family leaves,' he replied, his heart pounding with excitement for the evening that lay ahead.

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That same evening, Sofia stepped out of her chamber, and the click of her heels echoed through the empty hallway. With purposeful strides, she made her way to the parking lot where her sleek red car awaited. The evening air was cool against her skin as she slid into the driver's seat, the scent of leather filling her senses.

Before starting the engine, Sofia reached into her designer handbag, retrieving her favorite lipstick with practiced ease. With precision, she applied a fresh coat, enhancing the vibrant red hue that adorned her lips. A subtle smirk played at the corners of her mouth as she admired her reflection in the rearview mirror, satisfied with the result.

Next, Sofia adjusted her attire, smoothing down the fabric of her form-fitting dress before reaching for her neckline. With a deft motion, she adjusted the straps of her top, pushing her ample bosom upward to accentuate her curves. The low neckline of her dress left little to the imagination, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage that would undoubtedly captivate any onlooker.

With her appearance perfected to her satisfaction, Sofia started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, the purr of the car's engine resonating through the quiet night. As she drove towards Minseok's quarters, a sense of anticipation coursed through her veins, fueled by the knowledge that she held the power to disrupt the delicate balance of power within the Mafia hierarchy.

As Sofia sauntered into Minseok's quarters with the grace of a queen, the air seemed to crackle with electric energy. Her every movement was a symphony of confidence and allure, drawing the gaze of the mafia soldiers stationed around the estate. Whispers and low whistles rippled through their ranks as they admired her womanly figure, their eyes alight with admiration and desire.

Sofia was no stranger to male attention, especially within the ranks of the mafia. As the Don's No.1 woman in her circle, she commanded fierce loyalty and devotion from the male members of the organization. Her presence ignited a fire of attraction and longing that none could ignore.

Yet, despite their admiration, the soldiers hesitated to approach her, their fear of the formidable Don Chanyeol, holding them back. Everyone in the Mafia estate knew of Chanyeol's possessive nature when it came to Sofia, and the unspoken rule dictated that no one dared to cross that line. To do so would be to invite the wrath of the Don, a fate none were willing to face.

For Sofia, however, the situation was tinged with complexity. Though she held the Don's favor, his heart now belonged to another—Baekhyun. Sofia remained uncertain whether it was love or mere infatuation. Baekhyun's presence in Chanyeol's life cast a shadow over their relationship, leaving Sofia to navigate the delicate balance between duty and desire.

Sofia's entrance into Minseok's quarters was nothing short of a spectacle. With an air of confidence that bordered on audacity, she brushed past the Capo stationed at the door, her gaze daring anyone to challenge her authority. The Capo, perhaps underestimating her resolve, attempted to halt her progress, only to be met with a glare so piercing it could cut through steel.

"Do you dare to stop a messenger of the Don?" Sofia's voice was like ice, each word dripping with a command that brooked no opposition. The Capo, realizing his mistake, stammered out an apology and hastily stepped aside, allowing Sofia to continue on her path.

As she entered Minseok's inner living room and sat on his couch, the atmosphere crackled with tension. The Mafia members, well aware of the rivalry between Sofia and Minseok, exchanged knowing glances and muttered under their breaths. Insults and jibes between the two were commonplace, their verbal sparring matches a source of entertainment for those privies to their ongoing feud.

Now, with Sofia's unexpected presence in Minseok's domain, the anticipation reached a fever pitch. The Mafia members couldn't help but wonder how Minseok would react upon returning to find Sofia waiting for him. Would he be enraged? Amused? Or perhaps, begrudgingly respectful of her audacity?

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Minseok's phone buzzed discreetly in his pocket, disrupting the flow of conversation with a subtle but undeniable intensity. His expression, once composed, turned frosty as he retrieved the device, the screen casting an eerie glow on his features as he read the message. Whatever he saw seemed to rattle him, a flash of irritation crossing his features before he swiftly pocketed the phone, masking his emotions behind a veil of indifference.

As the discussion at the table continued, Minseok's focus remained unwavering, though the tension simmered just beneath the surface. With a practiced ease, he reached for his glass of wine, his movements betraying none of the turmoil brewing within him as he engaged in the ongoing discourse about their impending sit-down. Despite the weight of the message weighing heavily on his mind, Minseok played his part seamlessly, his demeanor a mask of composure amidst the storm brewing within.

But then, as if on cue, Minseok rose from his seat with fluid grace, his departure signaling the end of an era. With a respectful bow to Don Chanyeol and a nod to Heechul and Sehun who bowed to him, he bid his farewells, the air thick with unspoken tension as he made his exit. It was a moment charged with significance, a silent testament to the shifting dynamics within their tight-knit circle.

Left in the wake of Minseok's departure, the remaining members of the dining party exchanged knowing glances, their silent communication speaking volumes. It was a moment fraught with anticipation, each passing second laden with the weight of unspoken expectations.

Heechul's voice cut through the silence like a knife, his words laced with a bitter edge. "Who the fuck goes to a sit-down of this magnitude without a backup?" The question hung in the air, a stark reminder of the stakes at play.

Chanyeol's smirk, tinged with a hint of determination, spoke volumes as he raised his glass in a silent toast to their shared resolve. It was a gesture laden with meaning, a silent promise of solidarity in the face of uncertainty.

And then, just as the tension threatened to suffocate them, Chanyeol's phone chimed once more, the sound cutting through the silence like a knife. With a glance, he noted the message sender – Baekhyun.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Heechul and Sehun made their excuses, their departure marked by a respectful bow to the Don. But as Sehun hurried out into the night, his frustration palpable, it was clear that their troubles were far from over. Sehun's frustration etched across his youthful features as he struggled to reach someone on the phone. His unsuccessful attempts left him visibly flustered, his urgency palpable as he hurried to his car, leaving Heechul behind, startled by the abruptness of Sehun's departure and the weight of the unspoken tension that lingered in the air.

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As Baekhyun joined Don Chanyeol at the dining table, the atmosphere shifted subtly, a palpable tension mingling with the warmth of the room. Kyungsoo, ever attentive to their preferences, brought Baekhyun's meal separately, ensuring it was free of cucumber and garlic while serving Don Chanyeol another warm meal to replace the one untouched during the presence of his men.

With a flicker of amusement in his eyes, Chanyeol watched as Baekhyun pulled out two dining chairs away, creating a comfortable distance between them. His gaze never left Baekhyun, his attention wholly captivated by the younger man's every movement.

"So, is this how boyfriends eat together?" Chanyeol's voice was laced with amusement, a playful glint dancing in his eyes as he gestured to the space between them. "I thought we were supposed to be closer than this."

A smile tugged at the corners of Baekhyun's lips as he realized the implication of Chanyeol's words. With a soft chuckle, he obliged, moving to the chair closer to the Don.

As Baekhyun settled into the chair beside Chanyeol, the air seemed to hum with a newfound warmth, their closeness casting a soft glow over the room. With a contented smile, Chanyeol reached out, his fingers brushing against Baekhyun's hand in a tender caress. The simple gesture sent a wave of warmth cascading through Baekhyun's veins, his heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and affection.

With a fond smile, Chanyeol leaned in closer, his voice a gentle murmur as he whispered words of endearment that sent a shiver down Baekhyun's spine.

As their conversation flowed effortlessly, Chanyeol's expression softened with a hint of regret. "I'm sorry I couldn't take you out to lunch like I promised yesterday," he admitted, his tone tinged with sincerity. "Things have been so hectic lately."

Baekhyun's smile remained warm and understanding as he reached out to gently squeeze Chanyeol's hand. "Having dinner alone with you more than makes up for it," he reassured, his eyes shining with affection. "Just being here with you is enough for me."

Chanyeol's gaze softened at Baekhyun's words, a surge of gratitude swelling in his chest. "I promise I'll make it up to you," he vowed, his voice filled with determination. "We won't only have lunch together, but we'll do lots of fun stuff, just the two of us, that, I promise you."

With a shared smile and a silent understanding, they continued their meal, each moment spent together a precious reminder of the connection that bound them together.

As they savored the last bites of their meal, Chanyeol's gaze softened with genuine curiosity. "Tell me, Baekhyun, what makes you happy?" he asked, his voice tender with affection.

Baekhyun's eyes lit up with enthusiasm as he began to list off the things that brought him joy. "Well, I love puppies," he started, his smile widening at the thought. "And having loved ones around, spending time with them, that always makes me happy."

Chanyeol listened intently, his heart swelling with adoration as Baekhyun continued. "I enjoy gifting gifts to people, playing video games, I love good music as well as singing and dancing and traveling to beautiful places," Baekhyun added, his voice filled with excitement. "And above all, I cherish freedom and peace."

As Baekhyun spoke, Chanyeol couldn't help but be captivated by the genuine warmth and sincerity in his words. With loving eyes, he observed Baekhyun, committing each detail to memory. Notably absent from Baekhyun's list was any mention of material wealth or status, a fact that didn't escape Chanyeol's notice.

The realization struck Chanyeol deeply, a pang of sadness tugging at his heart. The thought of Baekhyun valuing freedom over material possessions filled him with a sense of remorse. Perhaps, he mused, he had been too focused on showering Baekhyun with gifts and lavish gestures when all Baekhyun truly desired was the simple pleasure of freedom and peace.

With a heavy heart, Chanyeol made a silent vow to himself. He would give Baekhyun the space and freedom he craved, allowing their relationship to flourish on its terms. And who knows, he thought optimistically, maybe in time Baekhyun would be able to move past the scars of their past and embrace a future filled with love, trust, and newfound freedom.

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As Sofia stealthily made her way into Minseok's quarters, she cast a glance around to ensure that no prying eyes followed her. With practiced ease, she slipped into the shadows, her movements silent and deliberate.

Once inside, Sofia wasted no time in her search, her keen eyes scanning every inch of the bedroom for any sign of the fabric she sought. She checked the drawers, the shelves, and even the hidden compartments, her fingers deftly skimming over each surface in search of a clue.

However, despite her thorough efforts, Sofia's search yielded no results. Frustration gnawed at her insides as she realized that the fabric she sought remained elusive, concealed somewhere beyond her reach.

Determined not to leave empty-handed, Sofia pressed on, her determination fueling her resolve to uncover the truth. With each passing moment, the tension in the room grew thicker, the weight of uncertainty bearing down on her shoulders as she continued her quest.

As Sofia heard Minseok's angry voice echoing through the corridors, her heart leaped into her throat, fear gripping her chest like a vice. She knew she had been caught red-handed, and the consequences of her intrusion weighed heavily on her mind.

With a sense of urgency, Sofia sprang into action, her instincts driving her to flee before Minseok could confront her directly. She dashed for the door, her footsteps echoing against the polished floors as she raced to escape the impending confrontation.

Just as she emerged from the room, Sofia's eyes fell upon a side vanity tucked away in the corridor—a small but significant detail that gave her a moment of reprieve. Without a second thought, she settled onto the vanity, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to compose herself before Minseok's inevitable arrival.

Moments later, Minseok stormed into view, his presence commanding and intimidating as he stood before her with barely contained fury. "What the fuck in hell are you doing here, Sofia?!" Sofia's heart hammered in her chest as she braced herself for his wrath, her mind racing for an explanation that could satisfy his anger.

Sofia had always prided herself on her fearlessness. As a seasoned spy, she navigated the treacherous waters of espionage with unparalleled skill and precision, infiltrating the inner circles of top politicians and even rival Mafia Dons to steal coveted information for Don Park Chanyeol. She had faced danger head-on, her nerves of steel never faltering in the face of adversity for once.

However, there was something about invading Minseok's privacy that sent shivers down her spine like never before. Her heart pounded in her chest with a frantic intensity that she couldn't shake off. The weight of guilt and apprehension bore down on her shoulders, rendering her breathless and disoriented. For the first time in her illustrious career, Sofia found herself unable to meet Minseok's gaze, unable to summon the steely resolve that had always been her trademark.

Caught off guard by his sudden appearance, Sofia struggled to find her voice, her mind reeling with the weight of his question. With a shaky breath, she finally mustered the courage to speak, her words coming out in a whisper as she managed to meet his intense gaze.

"I... I was just...waiting for you." She faltered, her voice trailing off as she struggled to find the right words to explain her presence in his quarters. Panic clawed at her insides as she searched for a plausible excuse, knowing that her fate hung in the balance with each passing moment.

"Excuse me, what did you say?" His voice, laced with fury, sent shivers down her spine, and she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of his seething anger.

Summoning what little courage she had left, Sofia met Minseok's gaze again with a forced innocence, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to deliver her fabricated excuse. "I came to see you," she stammered, her voice trembling with uncertainty as she attempted to feign ignorance.

But Minseok's reaction was not one of acceptance or relief. Instead, he smirked, his eyes narrowing with suspicion as he saw through her thinly veiled deception. Sofia's heart sank as she realized that her attempt to deceive him had failed miserably, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in his presence.

As Minseok's smirk deepened, Sofia's facade began to crumble, her desperation mounting with each passing moment. She knew she was walking on thin ice, her lies unraveling before the Sotto Capo's perceptive gaze.

"Save it, Sofia," Minseok interjected, his voice dripping with disdain as he saw through her feeble attempt at deception. "I know you, and it has nothing to do with wanting to see me."

Sofia's heart sank as Minseok's words struck like a dagger to her pride. She had hoped to deceive him, to outwit him in his domain, but it was clear that he saw through her ruse with ease.

With a resigned sigh, Sofia dropped the pretense, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Fine, you caught me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as she faced the inevitable consequences of her actions.

Minseok's expression softened slightly, though the anger still simmered beneath the surface. "Why are you here, Sofia?" he pressed, his tone more measured as he awaited her response.

Sofia hesitated, weighing her options carefully before finally standing up to meeting Minseok's gaze with a steely determination. "I know you don't like me, Sotto. Neither do I. But I need your help, with Baekhyun. Help me make Don send him away." she confessed, her voice tinged with vulnerability as she laid bare her intentions before the man she despised most.

Minseok's incredulous expression spoke volumes as he regarded Sofia with a mixture of disbelief and mockery. "Are you crazy?" he demanded, "Have you forgotten whose care he's under and nothing should harm him?" his voice tinged with incredulity.

Sofia met his gaze with an unwavering stare, her tone unapologetic as she affirmed, "Yes, I am. Crazy enough to want him gone, so Don's eyes will be solely on me."

She proceeded to narrate the incident where Baekhyun dared to challenge her, her words dripping with venomous resentment. But Minseok, far from being swayed by her impassioned plea, remained unmoved by her plight, constantly checking on his wristwatch instead. He had far better plans in mind for Baekhyun, plans that didn't involve removing him from the equation. "Leave," Baekhyun will serve as his tool so he would rather protect Baekhyun now than get rid of the younger.

Minseok's voice was firm as he reiterated his command, "Get out of my quarters, Sofia. I will pretend you came here for something else and not Baekhyun. But mark my words, the next time you enter my quarters without my permission, I will forget we are from the same Mafia family."

Sofia's frustration simmered beneath the surface as she clenched her fists, but she held her ground, unwilling to back down. "Are you not gonna help?" she pressed, her tone tinged with desperation.

Minseok's expression remained impassive as he shook his head, unmoved by her pleas. "No, Sofia. You've made your bed. Now you'll have to lie in it," he replied coldly, his tone final. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he turned away, leaving Sofia to stew in her frustration and resentment.

As Minseok made his way towards the door of his quarters, Sofia's words hung heavy in the air, charged with accusation and defiance. "It was you. The one who has been selling Fire & Light to Jackville," she asserted, her voice laced with contempt as she watched for his reaction. But Minseok, upon hearing her accusation, remained calm and frozen in his tracks, his back turned to her as he processed her words. The revelation seemed to catch him off guard, his mind racing to comprehend how she had uncovered his secrets.

Sofia pressed on, emboldened by the tension crackling between them. "Not just that, I knew you were the one behind what happened to Jongin, buying properties here and there with Don Chanyeol's money," she continued, her voice dripping with disdain.

Minseok's demeanor shifted, his expression hardening as he turned to face her, his eyes cold and devoid of emotion. Rage simmered beneath the surface as he took slow, dangerous steps toward Sofia, each movement calculated and deliberate. The air crackled with tension as Sofia backed away, her heart pounding in her chest as fear gripped her to her core.

With a menacing presence, Minseok closed the distance until he had pinned Sofia against the vanity, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. As Minseok leaned in close to her ear, his voice a dangerous whisper, he delivered his ominous warning to Sofia. "Be careful of the ground you're treading on," he hissed, his words carrying a chilling edge. "It may lead to an unexpected end." With that, he stepped back, his gaze piercing as he fixed her with a stern look. "If you have nothing more important to say, leave, I'm exhausted," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he turned away, leaving Sofia to stew in her anger and resentment, the weight of his warning lingering in the air long after he had departed.

Sofia stood there, seething with frustration and anger. She couldn't believe how easily Minseok had dismissed her accusations, as if they were nothing more than baseless claims. Clenching her fists, she fought to rein in her emotions, refusing to let him see how much his indifference affected her.

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As Minseok stormed into his room, the weight of Sofia's accusations heavy on his mind, he flung his jacket onto the bed in frustration. The action was forceful, a physical manifestation of the anger boiling inside him, his movements fueled by the intensity of his emotions. Undoing the top buttons of his shirt with rough, impatient hands, he sought to release some of the pent-up tension that gripped him like a vice.

His eyes, usually cool and calculating, darkened with fury as he glanced back at the closed door, half-expecting Sofia to still be standing there, her audacious words lingering in the air like a poisonous cloud. The mere thought of her insolence fueled the fire burning within him, igniting a fierce determination to assert his dominance and put an end to her meddling once and for all.

With a sharp exhale, Minseok's jaw clenched in resolve as he paced the length of the room, his mind consumed with thoughts of retribution. Sofia's brazen interference had crossed a line, and he would not rest until he had dealt with her accordingly. It was a dangerous game she was playing, one that Minseok intended to win at any cost.

Entering his closet, Minseok's eyes scanned the room with a practiced gaze, noting the subtle signs of disturbance that betrayed the presence of an intruder. Drawers were left slightly ajar, clothes askew—every detail spoke of someone having been there in his absence, stirring a sense of urgency within him.
Realization dawned on Minseok as the pieces fell into place, the image of Sofia's face flashing through his mind. Without hesitation, he bolted for the door, his mind consumed by the need to find her and confront her about her motives. Whatever game Sofia was playing, Minseok was determined to play ahead.

As Minseok dashed out of his mansion, his eyes scanned the empty driveway, searching for any sign of Sofia's car. But to his dismay, all he saw was an empty stretch of road, the silence of the night enveloping him like a heavy blanket.

Quickly, he made his way to his car, his heart pounding in his chest as he ignited the engine and peeled out of the driveway in pursuit of Sofia. With each passing moment, his frustration grew, the minutes ticking by like hours as he searched for any sign of her presence on the lonely road.
Suddenly, in a stroke of luck, Minseok spotted Sofia's car up ahead, its headlights cutting through the darkness like a beacon in the night. With a surge of adrenaline, he pressed down on the accelerator, determined to catch up to her before she disappeared from his sight.

As Minseok pursued Sofia down the winding road, the flashing lights of a police car appeared in his rearview mirror, signaling the start of a dangerous game of cat and mouse. With a grim determination, he pushed his car to its limits, weaving through traffic and narrow streets in a bid to outrun the law.

Beside him, Sofia's car raced ahead, her skillful maneuvers keeping the police at bay as they struggled to keep up with her reckless speed. With each passing moment, the tension in the air grew thicker, the sound of sirens echoing through the night like a harbinger of danger.
But despite the odds stacked against them, Minseok and Sofia proved to be too clever for the police, their intricate knowledge of the city streets allowing them to outsmart their pursuers at every turn. With a series of daring moves and quick thinking, they managed to shake off the police tail, disappearing into the darkness without a trace.
As they left the police far behind, a sense of exhilaration washed over them, their hearts pounding with adrenaline as they realized they had outwitted the law once again.

But just as he drew closer, Sofia's car suddenly swerved, veering off onto a smaller road that Minseok hadn't noticed before. With a curse under his breath, he slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop just in time to avoid a collision with another car.

As he watched Sofia's car disappear into the distance, Minseok knew he had lost her. But then, a thought struck him—a shortcut. With a swift maneuver, he whipped his car around and tore down a nearby alley, taking a shortcut that would intercept Sofia's path.

As the chase continued, Minseok couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Sofia's actions than met the eye. With each twist and turn of the road, he grew more determined to uncover the truth behind her sudden appearance in his quarters and put an end to whatever scheme she had set in motion.

Sofia quickly relayed the urgent message through her headset to Sehun, her voice crackling with tension and urgency, her voice trembling with tension and urgency, each word punctuated by the crackle of static.

"Capo Sehun, it's me. Sotto Minseok's onto me. He found out I was in his quarters. He's been chasing me for over 30 minutes now, but I've lost sight of him. What do I do next?"

Sehun's voice echoed through the speaker, a lifeline in the darkness of her desperation. "Stay calm, Sofia. Head to the rendezvous point we discussed earlier. I'll meet you there. Just keep moving and stay out of his sight."

With her heart pounding in her chest, Sofia took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. "Okay, got it. I'm on my way."
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As Minseok emerged onto the main road, his eyes narrowed in determination as he spotted Sofia's car hurtling towards him, oblivious to his presence. With a jolt of shock, Sofia slammed on the brakes, her tires screeching against the pavement as she brought her vehicle to a sudden halt just inches from Minseok's oncoming car.

The sound of screeching tires filled the air, the tension palpable in the stillness of the night. "Sofia! Sofia!!" Sehun's voice crackled through the headset, his worry etched in every syllable. "Can you hear me? Stay away from him!"

Minseok emerged from his car, his expression steely as he leveled a handgun at Sofia, his voice cold and commanding. "Step out of the fucking car, Sofia, now!" he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

Sofia's heart hammered in her chest as she watched Minseok approach, "It's him," her hands trembling on the steering wheel. The glint of the gun in his hand sent a chill down her spine, her breath catching in her throat as she realized the danger she was in. When Sofia hesitated, Minseok didn't hesitate to take action, shattering the car's windows with a swift blow from his gun, sending glass flying in all directions__she screamed, shielding her face.

"I said get the fuck out of the damn car!" With a shaking hand, Sofia reached for the door handle, but before she could even begin to open it, Minseok was upon her. His hand shot out, wrenching the door open with a force that made her gasp in pain. Before she could react, Minseok had her by the arm, dragging her out of the car with a brutal strength that left her reeling. With a swift movement, he slammed her face down onto the hot metal of the car's hood, the searing heat burning into her skin as she struggled beneath him.

"What did you take from my room?" Minseok's voice was a low growl, his words laced with a dangerous edge that made Sofia's blood run cold. "I knew you were up to something, using Baekhyun as an excuse. Give it to me before I lose my cool."

Sofia's mind raced as she tried to come up with a response, her heart pounding in her chest. "I didn't take anything, I swear." she protested, her voice barely a whisper. But Minseok wasn't convinced, pressing the gun against her neck with a steely resolve that made her tremble in fear.

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Jongin stirred awake, the dim light filtering through the heavy open roof glass casting a gentle glow across the luxurious room. He winced as he moved, his injuries still tender but healing. With a determined breath, he dragged himself from the comfort of the silk sheets, his muscles protesting with each effort. He reached for his wheelchair, stationed beside his bed, and with a final push, he settled into it, the soft leather cushioning his tired body.

The room around him was a masterpiece of opulence and sophistication. The walls were adorned with elegant tapestries and modern art, each piece thoughtfully chosen to create a serene yet lavish atmosphere. A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, its crystals catching the light and scattering it into a myriad of sparkling fragments across the room.

The marbled floors gleamed under the ambient lighting, each step echoing the silent luxury of the space. Richly upholstered furniture, in hues of deep emerald and gold, provided both comfort and aesthetic appeal. A large, ornate mirror stood against one wall, reflecting the grandeur of the room, while a glass wall offered a glimpse into a private indoor garden, its lush greenery providing a stark contrast to the refined elegance of the interior.

Every detail, from the intricate moldings on the open roof ceiling to the plush carpets underfoot, spoke of Chanyeol's impeccable taste and the lengths he went to ensure Jongin's safety and comfort. It was a sanctuary, a hidden retreat from the dangers that lurked outside, especially from Minseok, whose relentless pursuit threatened Jongin's life.

Jongin took a moment to appreciate the beauty around him, the luxury a stark reminder of the power and influence that Don Chanyeol wielded. It was a world away from the constant fear and tension he had lived in, a temporary haven where he could gather his strength and plan his next move.

With a determined look in his eyes, Jongin maneuvered his wheelchair out of his room, the faint scent of antiseptic mingling with the cool underground air. Fresh bandages adorned his knees and upper thigh, a stark reminder of the trials he had endured, but he refused to let them dampen his spirits. Each day brought him one step closer to recovery, and he was determined to make the most of it.

As he rolled through the halls, Jongin couldn't help but be struck by the sheer opulence surrounding him. The underground mansion, hidden away from prying eyes, was a treasure trove of luxury and refinement. Sunlight streamed in through the glass roof, casting shimmering patterns across the marbled floors beneath his wheels. The soft glow of elegant lighting fixtures bathed the space in a warm, inviting glow.

Every room he passed seemed more magnificent than the last, with tastefully curated artwork adorning the walls and sumptuous furnishings that exuded an air of sophistication. Jongin couldn't help but marvel at the attention to detail, the meticulous craftsmanship evident in every corner of the mansion.

As he wheeled himself through the mansion, Jongin couldn't help but feel as though he were stepping into a world beyond his wildest dreams—a world of luxury, privilege, and untold possibilities. And for the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, there was a brighter future waiting for him on the horizon.

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Jongin's eyes widened as they landed on the gigantic door at the end of the hallway, its imposing presence drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He paused in his tracks, torn between the urge to continue exploring and the nagging voice in the back of his mind urging him to turn back.

A shiver ran down Jongin's spine as he glanced around the hallway, searching for any sign of what lay beyond the door. Yet, despite his best efforts, he found nothing but space stretching out before him. Still, a sense of unease settled in the pit of his stomach, a feeling that he couldn't shake no matter how hard he tried.

With a heavy heart and trembling hands, Jongin slowly pushed his wheelchair closer to the door, each step forward accompanied by the pounding of his heart in his chest. Every instinct screamed at him to turn back, to leave well enough alone, but curiosity got the better of him.

With delicate hands, he reached out and grasped the doorknob, his fingers trembling slightly as he turned it. To his relief, the door swung open easily, revealing a room beyond. Jongin let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, his shoulders sagging with relief. If the door wasn't locked, then surely there was nothing to fear.

Yet, as he stepped into the room and his eyes landed on the large bookshelf occupying one wall, Jongin couldn't help but frown in confusion. All this fuss over a bookshelf? It seemed almost comical, the idea that such a grand door would lead to something so mundane.

But as he approached the bookshelf and ran his fingers over the spines of the books, Jongin couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this room than met the eye. And as he continued to explore, he couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden within the pages of those books, and what mysteries awaited him in this hidden chamber of the underground mansion.

Jongin's breath caught in his throat as the bookshelf parted before him, revealing the ominous black iron safe-like door hidden behind it. Fear prickled at the back of his neck, urging him to flee before it was too late. With a shaky exhale, he made a swift decision to retreat, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.

Turning on his heels, Jongin hurried back the way he came, the image of the mysterious door burned into his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered, like a shadow creeping at the edges of his consciousness. What secrets lay behind that door? Money? Hard drugs? Ammunition? And why had Don Chanyeol kept it hidden from the world?

As he reached for the button that would close the bookshelf behind him, relief flooded through Jongin as the shelf seamlessly returned to its original position, concealing the door once more. With a final glance, he scanned the books lining the shelf, selecting one at random to occupy his thoughts and distract him from the mysteries lurking in the depths of the mansion.

Just as he began to wheel himself away, a voice broke through the silence, causing Jongin to freeze in his tracks. "Where have you been?" Capo Hawk's voice rang out, sharp and commanding, as he approached Jongin with purpose in his stride.

Caught off guard by Capo Hawk's sudden appearance, Jongin's mind raced for an explanation. "I-I was just... exploring, and found this book," he stammered, his words faltering under the intensity of Hawk's gaze.

Hawk's eyes narrowed, a hint of suspicion flickering across his features. "Exploring?" he echoed, his tone laced with skepticism. "In this part of the mansion?"

Jongin nodded, a nervous knot forming in the pit of his stomach. "Yes, I... I wanted to... see more of the house," he offered lamely, hoping his excuse would suffice.

Hawk's expression softened slightly, though the suspicion lingered in his eyes. "You know you're not supposed to wander off without permission, especially not in this area," he admonished, his voice stern but not unkind.

Jongin lowered his gaze, feeling a pang of guilt wash over him. "I'm sorry, Capo Hawk," he muttered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I just... I wanted to... distract myself, I guess."

Hawk regarded him for a moment longer, his gaze searching Jongin's face for any sign of deception. Finally, he nodded, seemingly satisfied with Jongin's explanation. "Well, just be more careful next time," he said, his tone softer now. "We don't want any accidents, especially not with you."

Relief flooded through Jongin as Hawk's demeanor softened, his words a gentle reminder of the danger that crept into the glooms. With a grateful nod, Jongin wheeled himself past Hawk, eager to put the encounter behind him and return to the safety of his room.

Suddenly, Hawk walked in front of Jongin, stopping him from moving further, a mysterious smile on his face. "I have a surprise for you," he said, taking hold of Jongin's wheelchair and guiding him towards the elevator. Jongin's curiosity piqued, and he allowed Hawk to lead him.

The elevator ascended smoothly, and as the doors opened to the top floor, Jongin's eyes widened in disbelief. There, sitting quietly on a plush couch, was a small, pale boy with a disheartened expression. It was Kyoong, the little boy whose grandfather had risked everything to save Jongin. The sight of Kyoong, so forlorn and fragile, sent a wave of emotion crashing over Jongin. Hot tears welled up in his eyes as he called out, "Kyoong!"

The boy's head snapped up at the sound of Jongin's voice, his eyes widening in recognition and relief. He jumped off the couch and ran towards Jongin, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Hyung!" he cried, flinging himself into Jongin's arms. The force of Kyong's embrace nearly knocked Jongin off his wheelchair, but he didn't care. He held the boy tightly, his tears mingling with Kyoong's.

Hawk stood silently, giving them a moment to reunite. Jongin's voice trembled as he asked, "How did you find him?"

Hawk's gaze softened. "I went back to where we took you and found your phone. There was a message from Kyoong asking for help. Since you've been so worried about finding him and his father, I took the risk to get him."
Jongin's heart ached with gratitude and sorrow. He stroked Kyoong's hair gently, murmuring comforting words. The boy clung to him, his small body wracked with sobs. The bond between them, forged through shared trials and sacrifices, was palpable in the quiet room.

As Jongin embraced little Kyoong, a pressing concern surfaced in his mind. He looked up at Hawk, his eyes filled with hope and anxiety. "What about Mr. Jisoo? Were you able to find the hospital where they took him?"

Hawk's expression dulled, and he shook his head slowly. "I haven't found him yet, Jongin. I've been looking, but there's no sign of Mr. Jisoo so far. However, don't lose hope. There's still a possibility that he's alive. I'm not giving up either." He placed a reassuring hand on Jongin's shoulder, attempting to infuse him with some of his determination. Jongin nodded, a mixture of gratitude and worry etched on his face.

After this reunion, Hawk offered to show Jongin and Kyoong around the mansion. He carefully wheeled Jongin into the elevator, with Kyoong perched on Jongin's lap, still clinging tightly to him. They explored the upper floors, each room more luxurious and stunning than the last, but Jongin's focus was divided between the opulent surroundings and the small boy in his arms. When they finally returned downstairs, they found Sehun pacing around the living room area, his face a mask of worry. The moment he saw them, he rushed over, his voice tinged with relief and irritation. "Where the hell have you been?"

Hawk stepped forward, answering calmly, "I took them around to show them the house."

Sehun's eyes flicked to Kyoong, who was still nestled against Jongin. "Is that the boy you were looking for?" he asked, his tone softening slightly. Jongin nodded, and Sehun gave a subtle nod in acknowledgment. Despite his typically tough demeanor, Sehun could see the importance of this reunion.

Sehun's expression quickly reverted to one of disturbance. "Hawk, come with me. We need to talk." He gestured towards a more secluded area of the room. Hawk gave Jongin and Kyoong a reassuring glance before following Sehun.

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As Sehun and Hawk moved to a secluded area of the room, Sehun's face remained tense, his worry palpable. "We have a problem," Sehun began, his voice low. "Sotto Minseok caught Sofia in front of his quarters. Those stupid soldiers must have informed him of her presence. We were having dinner with Don and the Consigliere when Sotto Minseok stood up to leave after receiving a message. I've been calling Sofia since then, but she's not responding."

Hawk's brows furrowed with concern. "What are you worried about? Sofia can handle herself."

Sehun's gaze darkened. "I'm not just worried for her. I'm worried for myself. I'm the one who orchestrated her sneaking into his chamber. If Sotto Minseok finds out, it won't just be Sofia in trouble. It'll be me too."

Hawk's eyes narrowed. "What's our next move?"

Sehun sighed, his frustration evident. "I'm waiting to hear from her. I don't want to call her now because Sotto Minseok might have caught up with her by now. We need to be cautious."

Hawk nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "What was the plan of Sofia going into Sotto Minseok's quarters?"

Sehun's expression grew even more serious. "Sotto Minseok is suspected by the detectives of killing someone unarmed and I believe it had something to do with Jongin. But he didn't do a fucking clean job and left traces behind. Those traces led the fucking detectives to Don Chanyeol. We need to get the evidence and take it away before Sotto Minseok finds out what we have in mind."

Hawk's face hardened as he processed the information. "So, Sofia was supposed to retrieve the evidence?"

Sehun nodded. "Yes. We need to clear Don Chanyeol's name and prevent Sotto Minseok from causing any more trouble. If he realizes what we're after, he'll destroy everything, and we'll lose our chance to expose him."

Hawk glanced back at Jongin and Kyong, who were quietly bonding in the living room. "We need to move fast and be discreet. Sotto Minseok can't suspect a thing."

Sehun agreed, his mind already racing with potential plans. "I'll keep trying to reach Sofia. In the meantime, we need to stay vigilant. Sotto Minseok won't stop until he finds out who sent her or destroys the evidence. We can't let that happen."

"We need to keep a close eye on everything," Hawk said. "I'll check in with our other allies and see if anyone has heard from Sofia."

Sehun nodded, his mind racing. "I'll do the same. We can't afford any slip-ups. Sotto Minseok is already suspicious, and if he finds out we're onto him, it could be catastrophic."

Just then, Sehun's phone buzzed. He quickly pulled it out, hoping it was Sofia. His heart sank when he saw it was a message from one of his Mafia soldiers instead. He read the message aloud to Hawk, Sotto Minseok is mobilizing his men. It looks like he's planning something big."

Hawk's eyes widened. "We need to act fast. We can't let him gain the upper hand."

Sehun nodded in agreement. "Let's split up. You check in with our allies, and I'll keep trying to reach Sofia. We need to be ready for whatever Minseok is planning."

With that, Hawk and Sehun went their separate ways. Hawk moved through the mansion, checking in with the guards and making sure everyone was on high alert, of course, they could not be the only Mafia members here, the Don had made his plan long before now. Meanwhile, Sehun made his way to a quiet room and dialed Sofia's number again, praying she would pick up.

In the living room, Jongin watched as Hawk and Sehun hurried off. He turned to Kyoong, who was still sitting quietly next to him. "Everything's going to be okay," he reassured the boy, though he wasn't sure if he believed it himself.

Kyoong looked up at Jongin with wide, trusting eyes. "Hyung, is that man really bad?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Jongin sighed and reached out to pat Kyong's shoulder. "He's dangerous, but we're going to protect you. My boss and my friends are doing everything they can to keep us safe. Come, let me get you something to eat."

As Jongin wheeled himself towards the fridge, Sehun's phone on loud speaker, finally connected to Sofia. Her voice was shaky and filled with fear. "Sehun, I think I've lost him. I'm hiding, but I don't know how long I can stay here."

Sehun's heart raced. "Stay where you are. Give me your location, and I'll come get you."

Sofia quickly relayed her location, and Sehun hurried out of the mansion. As Sehun sped through the night towards Sofia's location, Hawk continued to check in with their allies. He found a few more pieces of information about Minseok's plans, but nothing concrete. The uncertainty gnawed at him, but he knew they had to stay vigilant.

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Sehun arrived at Sofia's hiding spot, a rundown warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Sehun approached cautiously, his heart pounding as he searched for any signs of Minseok. He found Sofia huddled behind a stack of crates, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear.

"Sehun," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I kicked him down there because I was so scared that I thought he was going to kill me, I didn't know what else to do."

Sehun crouched down next to her, his expression fierce. "You're safe now. We're getting you out of here."

He lifted Sofia into his arms, her body trembling against his. Just as they were nearing the exit, a shadow loomed behind them. Before Sehun could react, a heavy plank of wood came crashing down on the back of his head. The impact was sudden and brutal, sending Sehun sprawling to the ground, unconscious.

Sofia screamed in terror, her voice echoing through the empty warehouse. "Shut up," Minseok snarled, she tried to scramble away, but Minseok was on her in an instant, his grip iron-tight as he dragged her back toward Sehun's limp form.

"Let go of me!" Sofia screamed, kicking and clawing at Minseok. Her nails dug into his skin, leaving red trails, but he barely flinched. His face was a mask of cold fury.

"You thought you could run, didn't you?" Minseok hissed, his voice low and menacing. "You thought you could hide."

Sofia's heart pounded in her chest as she fought against him, but Minseok was too strong. He flung her to the ground with a force that knocked the breath out of her. She gasped, struggling to regain her composure.

"You're not going anywhere, at least, not until I get back what you took from me," Minseok growled, standing over her. He raised his hand, and before Sofia could react, he backhanded her across the face, the force of the blow sending her sprawling.

Tears welled up in Sofia's eyes as she lay on the cold, dirty floor, pain radiating through her cheek. She looked up at Minseok, her vision blurry, and saw the satisfaction in his eyes. He enjoyed this, the power he held over her.

But Sofia was not one to give up easily. She pushed herself up on her elbows, her body shaking with effort. "You won't get away with this," she spat, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Minseok laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "Who's going to stop me? Sehun? He's out cold. And you? You're just a pawn in this game."

As he bent down to grab her again, Sofia mustered all her strength and spat in his face. Minseok's eyes darkened with rage, and he wiped the spittle away with the back of his hand.

"You'll pay for that," he snarled, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her to her feet. Sofia cried out in pain, but she didn't back down. She stared into his eyes, defiance burning in her own.

In that moment, as Minseok dragged her back to where Sehun lay unconscious, Sofia vowed that she would find a way to bring him down. No matter what it took. She would not let Minseok win.

Pulling out a strap from his pants pocket, Minseok roughly strapped Sehun and Sofia together on the cold warehouse floor, the zip ties cutting into their wrists. He worked quickly, efficiently, as if this was something he did every day. As he finished, he rifled through Sehun's pockets, pulling out his phone, and did the same with Sofia's. Holding both phones up, he sneered, "If you survive the night, meet me at the sit-down."

With that, Minseok turned and walked out of the warehouse, leaving Sehun and Sofia bound and helpless on the dirty floor. He made his way to Sofia's car, searching it meticulously. Under the seat, he found what he was looking for: his jacket. A satisfied smirk spread across his face as he grabbed it and headed back to his car.

Minseok drove to a nearby gasoline station, stopping to fill a small jerrican with gasoline. He paid for the fuel and drove to a secluded alleyway where an old iron drum sat, rusting in the dim light. He got out of the car, jacket and jerrican in hand, and approached the drum.

The alley was eerily quiet, the only sound being the faint rustle of leaves in the wind. Minseok threw the jacket into the drum, then unscrewed the cap of the jerrican and poured the gasoline over it, soaking the fabric completely. He tossed the empty jerrican into the drum as well.

Pulling out a lighter from his pocket, Minseok flicked it open, the small flame casting an ominous glow on his face. He stared at the burning lighter for a moment, a cruel smile playing on his lips, before tossing it into the drum. The gasoline ignited instantly, and flames roared to life, consuming the jacket and the jerrican.

The fire crackled and hissed, the heat intense as the flames danced and swirled, turning the fabric to ash. Minseok watched for a few moments, ensuring that every trace of the jacket was destroyed. The firelight flickered in his cold eyes, reflecting his satisfaction.

Satisfied that the evidence was thoroughly destroyed, Minseok turned away from the blazing drum and walked back to his car. He got in, started the engine, and drove off into the night, the flames still burning fiercely behind him.

Back in the warehouse, the tension was palpable as a sobbing Sofia and an unconscious Sehun lay helpless, bound together and hoping for a way out. The night was far from over, and the danger was just beginning.

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Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Jongin watched anxiously as Hawk returned, his face grim and clouded with concern. The tension in the room was palpable, the silence heavy with unspoken fears. "Any news?" Jongin asked, his voice tight with worry. His eyes searched Hawk's face for any sign of hope.

Hawk shook his head, a deep sigh escaping his lips. "Not yet. I can't reach either Sofia or Sehun. But we're not giving up. We're going to find out what Minseok is planning and stop him."

Jongin's shoulders slumped, his heart sinking with the news. "I just hope we can do it in time," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hawk placed a reassuring hand on Jongin's shoulder. "We will. We have to."

Jongin nodded, though his heart was heavy with dread. "Capo Hawk, I can't shake the feeling that we're underestimating Sotto Minseok. The way things are going, the Don needs to be extremely careful. Sotto Minseok is more dangerous than we realize."

Hawk's expression hardened, the weight of Jongin's words settling in. "You're right. I'll make sure Don Chanyeol is aware of the risks. We need to be prepared for anything."

As Hawk left to relay Jongin's concerns to the Don, Jongin couldn't help but feel a growing sense of urgency. The stakes were higher than ever, and the Fire and Light Mafia family was teetering on the brink of a deadly confrontation with Kim Minseok.

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Authors note 📝

I will stop here.

Q: Do you think Minseok did that to Sehun and Sofia so they don't hinder his plans for the sit-down?

The next chapter is the sit-down. We will see what Minseok is up to. I do hope you enjoyed reading this chapter?...

The Don is quiet at the moment because he's not seen a good opportunity to attack Kim Minseok but don't worry💀