"Lalisa!? Lalisa!?" My eyes shoot open. "Uh?" Leaves my lips. My eyes focus, it's my mother. I shoot up from the warm bed sheets, she never wakes me up with a scared tone. "Mom, what's wrong?" I ask, knowing that there was certainly something wrong because it looks like she's been crying. "Your father left." She says, my heart jumps with joy.

"Really?" I ask almost sounding too happy, and I think she noticed because she looks at me a bit pissed. "Lalisa! How dare you!?" She asks. "How dare I what?" She tilts her head. "How dare you be so happy that he's gone?" I'm completely confused as to why the hell she'd ask me that. I would think she would be happy that she's not a punching bag today. "Oh my God, mom." I stand up and pull on my hair, completely frustrated with her.

"How can you still want him here!? He hit you! He verbally abused you! He doesn't care if we're in danger! Let it go! He's gone, we can do fine without him!" I scream. She nods, falling to her knees. "Mom.." I lower my voice and kneel down in front of her. I feel bad for yelling at her, I just wanted to knock some sense into her.

"I don't like seeing you this way, I miss the old happy you. It's okay to smile." I tell her. She nods. "You've forgotten how good it feels to be happy, I think I have too." I touch her tired and pale skin. "We should leave, the mob must be looking for dad. That's why he left." I think of a quick idea, her eyes widen instantly. "You're right!" She says. "Get your duffle bag and get clothes .. I'll do the same." She says, I nod and we get to work.

I begin to grab clothes that I can't live without. Only leaving a couple of old shirts I was planning on throwing out anyway, I grab my life savings and put that also in my bag. Anything I can't live without, I pack. After I have whatever I needed packed, I head downstairs. "You're already packed?" My mom asks me, I nod. "I didn't really have anything to pack really," I say. She smiles, and my heart feels happy. "Same.." She lets out a breath and fixes breakfast.

"Your father left a note." She hands it to me. I look down at it. I instantly want to rip it up. It reads:

-

Martha, good luck surviving
Lalisa, you were a bad excuse for a daughter.

-

"It's trash really, I should have just ripped it up. But I thought it would be evidence, you know. To show Chaun, maybe he would give us mercy." I frown. "Mom, you know he won't. He's a heartless man, he doesn't care about anyone but his money." I see her bite her lip to stop it from quivering. "I can dream, can't I?" She laughs, and it seemed really out of place. But I don't really mind, I missed her laughing. Even if she was laughing about something extremely serious.

"So, when will we leave?" I ask. "A little after sundown.." She says. I was going to tell her that we should leave right now, but I didn't want to argue. And plus, she's my mother and she knows what's right.

**
Night time

I get out of my bed one last time after a quick nap. I make sure all my stuff is ready for departure. "Mom I'm ready to go!" I yell. "Okay! Get your stuff." She responds. I then hear a pound at the door, my heart thudding along with the pounds. Silence fills the house, possibly from fear. "Mom?" I whisper, cutting through the silence, and I instantly feel like a dumbass. She peeks her head into my room. "Don't move or make a sound." She says, pressing her finger against her lips. I nod.

"Lock the door." She says. "But, mom I..","Do it Lalisa, no matter what you hear. I love you, baby." She says as if already predicting something bad will happen, forcing her to say goodbye to me. Like I wasn't going to see her again, and maybe she's right. But I'm in complete denial. She hugs me tight and gives me a kiss on my cheek. "I love you mom.." I hiccup. The pounding of the door forced us apart, she nods and I do what she instructed. I begin to pray to God, that everything is okay. I just hope that He's listening.

For just this once.

**
Martha's POV
(A/n: just keep in mind that Lalisa can hear everything)

I bite my lip forcing back tears. The sound of the click of her door locking, let's me know it will give her time to escape, and that she obeyed me. My eyes tighten shut, I know for a fact that it's them. Chuan Juntasa is here looking for Lee. I struggle going down the stairs, terrified. The pounding again makes me hurry, not wanting to anger them any more than I possibly already have. I turn on the porch light and look through the peeking hole, my heart pounding in my ears.

The sight of what I was afraid of, I unlock the door and open it. There he was, Chuan Juntasa. Looking dandy in his white suit, nicely tailored and ironed. A thick cigar in between his teeth. Five men standing in the back of him. "Ah, Martha Manoban. It's such a pleasure to see you." He smiles taking his white top hat off and showing off his slicked back hair. "As to you, Mr. Juntasa." I bow my head. "You going somewhere?" He asks, peeking inside the house behind me. I look back and see the duffle bags I had left.

I mentally scold myself. "Oh, my daughter and I were planning on going on a small weekend trip." I lie. "That's an offly big bag for a weekend trip, I'd say you're trying to leave." He takes a deep breath of his cigar, then blows the smoke in my face, I try not to flinch. "Oh, no. Us girls use a whole duffle bag, we always over pack." I laugh, trying to sound convincing. "May we come in, Mrs. Manoban?" He asks. "Oh, Please."

And of course, I let him, including his five large men who all held some sort of gun. I gulp and close the door behind me. "Water? Wine?" I ask, rushing over to the kitchen. "What kind?" He asks as he sits on the couch. I quickly fetch it. "White," I say. "Ah, Yes. My favorite, that'll do." He says. I grab a glass for him and the whole bottle. "And for your men?" I ask from the kitchen. "Oh no, they're fine." He says. I join him in the living room.

I pour him the wine, my hand shaking, I can feel his glare. "None for you Martha?" He asks as if taunting me. I shake my head and hand him the glass. "I'm not a fan of alcoholic beverages," I tell him. He sits back and watches me fidget, sipping on the wine. "I'll just cut to the case, save us both some time." He lightly chuckles, then becomes completely serious, "Where's Lee?" He asks. I feel my heart pound. "I don't know," I say, he puffs on his cigar.

He laughs a bit. "I don't think you heard me, Martha." He blows the smoke out, the cloud hovering over his head before it evaporated completely. "I'm going to ask you again. Where's Lee?" He raises his voice a bit.

"Mr. Juntasa, I'm telling you the truth. I don't know where he's at, I woke up this morning and he was gone." I say. "I even have evidence." I take the note out of my pocket and hand it to him. He examines it for a second and raises an eyebrow. "Ah ha.." He lets the smoke slowly leave his nostrils and lips, giving him a bull like feature. His brown eyes pierce mine, coldly.

"Fucker knew we were coming, that money leech." He stands up and throws the wine glass against the wall causing it to shatter. Shards of glass flying everywhere. "Please, Mr. Juntasa. If you'd spare me, please." I begin to beg, not mentioning Lalisa. He stands up straight and fixes his suit. His hand that had a couple of pure silver rings on it, slicked back his hair. He puts on his hat again.

"Oh Martha, you know I can't do that. It would be completely unfair to all the other families I've killed. It doesn't make you any special." He says, taking a step toward the door. "No! Please!! Please!! I'll do anything! Please." I fall to my knees and begin to cry.

He stares at me with no expression as he continues to puff out smoke. "Not even a blowjob would keep you away from death, Martha." He says, followed by a nod towards his men. I then get the idea that there's no way out of this, I being to pray. Our father... Who aren't in heaven... I hear the clicks of them picking up their guns, pointing them at me. I shut my eyes tight. Hallow be thy name...

**
Namjoon's POV

I drive as fast as I can to the house, I thought I could be on time. But I wasn't, I'm so ashamed of myself. I'm usually more professional than this.

When I'm finally in front of the house I pull out my tablet to see what's happened so far. I watch as the men shred her mother to pieces with the bullets from their MK47's. Blood spattering everywhere. Her mother's body looking nothing more than hamburger meat. "Find the girl." I hear Chuan Juntasa say, and the men instantly head upstairs. "Fuck," I say, I get out of the car and sprint towards the house in the pitch dark.

**
Lalisa's POV

I fall onto my bed and scream into my hand. My mothers dead, and it's all thanks to that piece of shit father I have. I then hear stomping coming upstairs, I think quickly. I start to push my bookshelf against the door. I take a step back and nod, it'll hold until I can think of something to do. I look at my phone on the nightstand, would calling the cops help?

Ha, I'm so funny and closed minded to actually believe that the law enforcement would actually do something productive when it comes to the Mafia. I'm about to walk towards it anyways, a hand grips over my mouth, I gasp. "Don't make a sound." I hear in my ear making me shudder. I shut my eyes and let my tears fall, whimpering against this person's hand. I'm terrified, now I'm going to die too. But would that be so bad? Honestly, no.

"I'm not here to hurt you Lalisa." The way this person said, my name gives me chills down my spine to the tips of my fingers. "I'm going to let go of your mouth, just please don't make a sound. You promise?" He asks. I nod, my tears running down my cheeks.

His strong hand loosens and he lets me go, I slowly turn towards him. He had blonde hair, combed to the side, he wore a black t-shirt with a black long coat, slacks and what seemed like black dress shoes. "I'm Kim Namjoon and I'm here to save you, I'm with the WPP Company. I'm sorry I didn't come in time to save your mother as well." He whispers. I bite my lip. "You have to come with me, now." He says.

"How do I know I can trust you?" I ask, taking a step back. I'm cut out of my thoughts by the pounding of doors and objects being thrown around the house and rooms just down the hall from my room. "They're going to find you if you don't come with me." He says taking a step back to the window, I'm guessing it's where he came from. I hesitate as I grab my bag. "But..." I don't finish.

"If you don't want to be tied up and be someone's sex slave until you die, or even a member of the underground Thailand prostitution industry that Chuan Juntasa runs. You have to come with me.." He says offering me a hand, I honestly shake about what he's just told me.

I'm hesitant, I don't know who this is. He could be tricking me into leaving with him, then take me right to the Mafia leader, having me killed. The ruckus in the background is making me jittery, and I can't think straight. Not about my decision to go with this person, but about all the possibilities this guy can do. "They're almost here, just make up your mind already." He says, in a low husky whisper. I finally take his hand and he yanks me out the window and closes it behind us.

I then start to think about plan B, obviously, this guy is helping me escape, the second he turns his back, I'm leaving. I'm not turning back, Chuan won't come for me. He's looking for my father. This would be my time to have a normal life after I can get away.

We're obviously on the second floor, so he keeps his grip tight on me. He grabs my bag and tosses it off the small ledge. He looks at me "Hold on tight." He says. I hold onto him and he quickly climbs down the side of the house. When I let go of him, I run for my bag. I'm about to make a run for it when he grabs me from behind. "What the fuck are you doing!? Let's go!" He sounds extremely mad. He keeps his hold on me and we make our way off the property that used to be my parents and to his black BMW.

"Hey!!! That's her!!!" I hear a man yell. I turn and see that the men made their way into my room and other men running out of the house our way. I get shoved into the car and I cling to my duffle bag. "Let's get out of here, shall we?" He asks as he buckles in and we drive off into the night. The streets are quiet and everyone is asleep, surprisingly because of the gunshots.

Or I'd like to think that everyone's like little mole rats in their houses, hiding from all this chaos. Which made me think that everyone already knows. Our town knows that my dad was associated with the Mob. They didn't want to interfere, 'cause it can get them killed. The lights from the posts are zooming by as this Namjoon guy drives faster than 60 miles per hour. Like this wouldn't be obvious. Ugh, who does this guy think he is?

I then start to wonder if I've been literally kidnapped, by this guy I don't even know. Dear God, I wish I wasn't in this situation. I wish I was in a hotel room safe and sound with my mom, enjoying room service. I buckle myself in and set my bag at my feet. Knowing that for sure this, I had no escape out of this one.

I was close to escaping him, but he had fast reflexes. He also looked extremely skillful, to the point he can track me down better than Chuan Juntasa and his men can. It's scary to think this man is some sort of bounty hunter. I begin to wonder how he knows my name, where I lived, where my room was located. How did he know that Chuan Juntasa was coming for me? Who is this guy and how come I feel safe around him?

I then see a file sticking out of the glove compartment, I see my name!! Me being curious, I pull it and I'm in shock. A picture of me and all my information on it. He takes a glance at me and yanks it away from my hand, "Don't touch my stuff." He says, tossing the file in the back seat out of my reach. Well, to be completely honest, I'd probably be able to reach it. But what's the point?

He's stronger than me and would stop me in second, and I'm really not interested in seeing this guys skills. "What are you? Five? That had my information on it!" I yell at him anyway.

"Just sit back and shut up." He tells me, rude. Now I'm really scared about who this man can be.

**
Namjoon's POV

She was offly quiet, at least she followed my directions when I told her to shut up. But then again, what should I expect? I still can't get over the fact she tried to run from me. Is she stupid or something? This is my first time doing this WPP shit and I'm not liking it very much.

I drive a bit slower, I'm sure I lost them, going onto the highway was a bit risky. But it was a risk I had to take in order to get her to safety. I began to blend in with the other drivers, I feel her fidgeting in her seat. And when we start getting farther and farther away from the main city and towards the border, I feel her panic.

I'm sure she's gotten the idea that I'm taking her out of Thailand, I mean it's obvious, wear about to cross the border. I drive down a dirt road to a secret gate that led out of Thailand, heading to Malaysia. "W-Where are we going? Why are we leaving Thailand?" She sounds terrified. "Sit back." Is all I say. "You're not answering me." She says in a shaky voice, maybe she'd cry. Once I'm up to the gate, I turn to her, turning off the car. "Keep your mouth shut, or I can't keep you safe," I tell her.

I lock my cold glare to her, her lip quivered. Her eyes are huge and they're watery. I grab my briefcase that had all my stuff that was in this car, I open it real quick and toss her file inside. After the company takes this car, they'll take it to the body shop and change everything about it. I get out of the car and walk over to her side. I open the door, she's in a small ball. I yank her arm, she fights it. I set my briefcase down and unbuckled her.

"Leave me alone!" She cries. I pick her up and grab her bag, she kicks around like a small child. Dear God, this is harder than I thought would be. She's throwing a damn tantrum. "Kim, we have your car ready to go." I hear CL. I turn to her. "Please get my briefcase," I tell her. She nods and grabs my case, then leads me to the new car. I stuff Lalisa into the front seat and toss her bag at her.

I turn to CL. "I'll let Sehun know." She says, handing me my briefcase. I nod. "Thanks," I say, she a nod and walks off into the dark. I quickly get into the car and I drive onto the dirt road before going back onto the main highway. I turn to her. "Put your seatbelt on," I say, she does as I ask. It was a quiet ride, once again. I keep my eyes on the road, making sure not to miss any exits.

She seems tired, but awake at the same time. I get it, it's a lot to take in. I know. But soon we will be at the safe house and there will be nothing to worry about. I exit off the highway and drive down a couple of city streets. It's going to be a long night.

I just hope that she isn't going to be like this the whole night. I'm not up for this babysitting shit, she's 22 years old. I'd like to think and hope that she can take care of herself after Chuan stops searching for her. Maybe then, Sehun would let me go back to regular missions. 'Cause I'm much better at the intense shit.

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