She groaned. "Too many questions."

"Come on, I'm right here."

"With a pen and paper?" she asked, hoping he'd leave and she could hide where he couldn't find her.

He tapped his head. "All up here."

"Well, the white wedding is going to go without saying."

"You're still a virgin."

"Is that a question or statement?" she asked.

"I know you are."

Her cheeks started to heat up. "Let's move on."

"You're cute when you blush."

"Not helping."

"Do you want to hit me right now?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Do it."

"Not happening." She ran her fingers through her hair. "I don't want a big, lavish affair. My dad's not here to walk me down the aisle." She thought about the Boss being Hoseok's father. "Do you think I could have Hoseok walk me down the aisle?"

"You're trying to piss off the Boss?"

"Maybe."

"I don't know, but if it's a personal request, I can look into it."

"Awesome. Please do." She got to her feet. "I need to take care of some things. Make yourself at home."

What she really needed was to get away from this man. She didn't want to like him, but she knew it was becoming really easy to forget her reasons for enjoying his company. Making her way back to the house, she stopped at the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.

Lora was there, smiling at her. She was a lady in her sixties and had helped nurse her back to health a few times after some of the beatings. "I see the way you look at him," Lora said.

"It's nothing."

"He could be good for you."

"I'm fine. Thank you."

"You know it's not a weakness to fall in love?"

She didn't respond. There was no way she was going to fall in love with anyone. In the many training sessions, she'd vowed to never allow herself to fall for any man, or to even give him the chance to own her heart. She wasn't going to fall back on her word to herself.

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When Y/n didn't want to be found, she certainly knew how to hide. After she'd left him alone in the garden, Taehyung tried to find her all day. He'd gone through the security footage he'd found before all the electricity had been cut from the building. Only, it hadn't been severed, no, this had been with the flick of a switch. Whoever had attacked the building didn't want the additional work of rewiring. There was no other detail to provide him with which capo could have done this attack.

"I'm heading out for the evening. Bella has an errand she wants me to run," Hoseok said. "Bella's in the basement, training."

Taehyung spun around to look at the other man. "How the fuck do you keep tabs on her?"

"It's my job."

"What errand?" Taehyung asked.

"It's personal."

"Anything to do with the wedding?"

"No." Hoseok shook his head.

"And you're not going to share it with me."

"If Bella wants you to know, she'll tell you. She also likes to hide in plain sight. If she's not in the garden, sunbathing, you'll find her by the roses. After a fight like last night, she likes to get lost which means the library, the pool, or the basement. She also hates it when you keep track of her."

"And yet, you're able to."

"I haven't been doing this for a couple of weeks, Taehyung. This has been my job for years." He stepped back.

"The errand, will it get her killed?"

"No, but it will kill her if anything was to happen."

Taehyung sat back, watching Hoseok leave.

Pulling out his cell phone, he called his man. "Follow him." There was no way he was willing to stay in Min's house without his own willing men. Over the years, he'd been able to weed out and detect all the men who worked for his father, who were in fact only loyal to him.

Taehyung's father was a feared leader, and with his volatile nature, he'd created a lot of enemies. For himself, he'd been able to locate them and draw them to his side, giving him spies everywhere. He'd find out what Y/n was trying to keep secret from him.

Finding nothing on the security footage, he decided to go see the vixen in person. Making his way downstairs to the large basement, he found her alone. The sounds of her attacking a bag filled the room. Even with her damaged ankles, she was a force to be reckoned with.

His cock hardened at the sight of her.

She really was a beauty. Her training wasn't just on a punching bag, she also had targets around the room with weapons lined up close beside her, guns and knives.

He removed his shoes and jacket.

"I didn't invite you here," she said.

"I know."

"Then leave."

"Not happening."

"Are you doing this on purpose to piss me off?" she asked.

"Wow, your language really needs some work."

"My language is fine. It depends on the company I'm in as to how I react." She picked up a knife and threw it across the room. There was the right amount of force as it impaled a target. She was off-center, but close. "You don't need to be here."

"I know I don't need to be, but I want to be. You know training isn't about using bags or targets, but people."

"Unless Hoseok is here to supervise or to train with me, I use the bags and targets."

"I'm here and I'm perfectly capable of hitting back."

"You'll actually hit back?"

"Are you afraid?"

"Of you, hell no."

He smirked. This woman was nothing like the Family's other women. They were all submissive, beaten into behaving, or at least the threat of it kept them in line. He unbuttoned his shirt and moved onto the mat.

"Why did you take off your shirt?" she asked.

"So I can fight you?"

"You fight with your clothes on."

"What's the matter, is this too much for you?"

"No, I just don't see why you're getting naked."

"You can look all you want."

She rolled her eyes, which he found really cute. "I don't want to look."

"Then how about we stop talking, you pick up a knife, and we handle this ourselves, huh? Come at me. Attack me."

"You're sure? You don't want to warm up?"

"I'm already ready,Min Y/n."

"Why do you keep calling me by my full name?" she asked.

"It's what was given to you. I don't want you to shorten my name. Besides, I like your name. Stop stalling and do as I've asked. Grab your knife and come at me." He stood, waiting, watching.

He wanted her body against his, no doubt about it.

She hesitated but finally decided on a small-bladed knife. A wise choice, but not for her. She needed to have something long to do the most damage. Her steps were slow as she watched him.

He waited, poised for attack.

For the short time she waited, he couldn't help but admire her body. The full hips, big boobs, and rounded stomach. Her waist was small, but there was more than enough of her to grab on to.

All he wanted to do was fuck her. To have his fill, but he also wanted to give her pleasure. To watch her come apart in ways no man had ever given her.

When she finally hit, he was ready. She struck out toward his midriff. He blocked the attack, grabbing her hand and forcing her to drop the blade as with a few simple actions, he had her completely in his arms.

"Now, I thought you would do better than that."

She threw her head back, stunning him.

He loosened his hold, giving her enough time to drop, grab the knife, and come back at him.

Ready for more, she went for the attack. She'd have sliced him twice before he was able to dodge her. Y/n held herself back with the knife, and by the time she got him on the floor, the blade at his throat, he smiled.

"I win."

"Do you? Or did I let you win?"

"You and I both know I'd have spilled your guts all over this floor."

"But you didn't." He cupped her hips and in one quick movement, had her on the floor beneath him. The knife well out of reach, but she had to deal with him. "Now, I've got you," he said.

He couldn't resist pressing his cock against her core, watching her gasp. "Do you like that?"

"You're being inappropriate."

"I'm so glad your father didn't give you to anyone else. You're going to be all mine."

Her nipples hardened and with the kinds of clothes she wore, it was easy for him to see what he was doing to her body. What she liked.

"Get off me," she said. She could easily wiggle away.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"Yes."

He instantly lifted his hands and saw the sadness he'd caused by letting her go.

Smiling to himself, he stepped away from her, giving her the space she required. He didn't want to step back. No, he actually wanted to fuck her, get to know her, and fuck protocol.

"I want to let you know, Y/n, with me, you don't have to stick to protocol. I'm quite happy for us to get to know one another on a fundamental basis."

"You mean you want to sleep with me and then forget all about the wedding."

He advanced toward her, and she stepped back. They were far from the wall and this time, he trapped her against him and a hard place. "I will never back out. We're going to be married. You're going to take my name. It doesn't mean we can't have a little fun in the process."

"How can I trust you?" she asked.

He grabbed her hand and placed it against his dick. "Feel that. It's what you do to me. All I can think about is you."

Now, against his better instincts, he sank his fingers into her hair, tilted her head back, and kissed her, claiming her. Finally having her all to himself. No woman ever made him feel this ... need. She drove him wild and what was more, she didn't even know it.