Taehyung stood there recalling the message that was delivered to him a little earlier as he bend down to wipe the counter, trying to look as unfazed as possible.

Cranberry means his parents, so the Manobal family must have taken his parents in their protection, and because after the death of his grandparents and most of his family members, it⁷ was the Manobal family who had been taking care of their mafia activities.

And they are asking him to come back and take care of it by himself.

It was understandable they are controlling all of the Thai mafia activity, they already have enough on their plate, they wouldn't want to work extra.

He held his head in his hand, things are so messy he feels like pulling his hair out in frustration.

He walked up and pulled out the gun he keeps under his shelf in a hidden drawer, locked the bakery door twisted the banner from 'open' to 'close' walking to the basement through a secret door kept hidden behind the shelf in the pantry.

The basement was dark but clean and convenient lightning and ventilating system, he opened the lights and air conditioning walked across multiple gyming equipments making his way to the soundproof shooting range he had set up for himself as secretly as he can.

He held the gun in his hand pointing straight at the target board shooting four simultaneous shots.

..Bang...

..Bang.

..Bang.

..Bang.

All shots land in the middle of the target creating a hole in the middle.

The loud voice and the gun powder got his adrenaline pumping through his veins.

He sighed throwing the gun on the sofa set up on the side, bringing his palm to his face to rub his face in frustration. What the fuck now, he doesn't want to deal with this.

No matter what is in line, he does not want to go back to that life again, he might look selfish but honestly even if he might lose his parents he never really planned to go back ever again.

This much violence was not meant for him, now that he thinks about it, he felt like he was losing himself every second he was living there.

From what to study, what to wear, how to talk, what to think, everything, every single thing, even what gender he should be was decided for him.

And going back there means, going back to life means going back to be the 'Queen' the elders so desperately want him to be.

The worst thing of all was that never once while living there had felt anything was wrong with the way of living, that it is normal to have a hierarchy in the house, that people working under them are meant to be treated like a disposable piece of trash.

That his parents are supposed to address him as "Mam" just because he was on a higher hierarchy than them.

So, the shock when he started living with his aunt ( his mom's sister ) was too extreme. It was like he was finally able to breathe, everything felt like a fever dream.

And although he couldn't really run away from the small little things that the early years of mafia life had drilled into his everyday habit.

He wants to run away from his fate, but it seems that fate is running toward him way faster.

Taehyung knows that it was a terrible mistake to disclose his existence to Manobal's family because now he is somehow on their radar.

He walked out of the small room to realize someone had been banging on his store's door loudly.

Taehyung ran quickly towards it opening the door only to stumble back in absolute freight.

The man stood there with his heart shape smile, leaning onto the door frame, the shiny butt of the gun visible from within his jacket.

" found you, doll "

He stood at the door rooted at his spot not wanting to believe what his eyes were showing him, so badly hoping that it is a hallucination.

Taehyung looked at the man in front of him.

Jung Hoseok..

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