After two days, I received further intel that Danger had accomplished an order of assassination. The news also reported of an assassination of an infamous child trafficker named Mr. Lee. He was found dead, a large cut on his chest. Apparently, he had been bleeding and slowly dying for about two hours. It was truly a horrible death. The girls were released much earlier prior and left to find the police on their own. Some were raped, most tortured and abused. The assassins were nowhere to be found, no evidence left. The weapons were not to be found as well. However, there were a lot of speculations leading to Danger. Due to my emotional instability, I had not been at my peak and I blamed myself for not being able to track them down and do my duty well. I got back to the job after that, putting Dream away for a while. My next task was to find out who this Irene was that was supposedly D.O.'s wife. Still, there was no trace of her.

The house was alive with activity as usual, the boys enjoying their weekend off by just fooling around, binge watching some action movies and making vile comments about it, criticising their cinematography and whatnot. At times, Dream felt like she was their mother, having to control their actions, give orders, bark at them. Taehyung sat beside, playing with the hem of her shirt and continuously pulling her closer as she cuddled closer towards him, enjoying the warmth that radiated off of him. She had made a decision not to go to the library for the week, not wanting to bump into Jin. He had called her twice but she had ignored them. Dream saw the look in the boy's eyes, the way he gazed at her with such immense adoration, the disappointment when he looked at Taehyung. He liked her. As more than a friend. He was a good guy, sweet and caring. But, she was loyal to her love and she didn't want to be distracted from it.

"Look at that! I mean, I love Arnie and all but that is most definitely not possible," Yoongi scoffed as he rolled his eyes, the usual nonchalant demeanor causing him to fall back into the cushions of the couch. He didn't like being involved in hand-to-hand combat, often staying at home as he did for the last mission. He was their planner, after all, being in charge of just planning the operation.

Jimin pouted, "This is Predator! It's a classic! Who cares?" he huffed, lips full and puckered outwards. Dream noticed that the boy had gotten chubbier, making him look all the more baby-like, adorable really. Jeongguk chuckled next to him, playfully slapping his back.

"Can you guys shut up already? I want to actually here what Arnie says!" Namjoon growled, pushing Jimin aside and cupping his ear playfully, nose scrunching up. The girl couldn't help the low chuckle that escaped from her parted lips, watching the boys just relax and try to be normal. Still, there were matters that needed taking care of.

"Boys, turn the television off for a moment," she ordered, voice mellow and mother-like as she leaned on Taehyung's shoulder, his hands now slipping under her shirt and drawing circles on the bare skin that laid on her stomach, "we need to discuss the matter of Enigma."

Groans resonated from the males in front of her but they complied, turning off the television obediently.

"I think we should return her," Namjoon spoke out, obviously trying to rush the conversation so they could go back to their entertainment, "We've already gotten what we want with them giving up the deal with Kai and asking them to back off from quite a few assassination cases."

Yoongi butted in, lifting a hand in protest, "We can't do that. We know Enigma too well. They're not like us. They won't give up a case just because it goes against moral codes or whatnot. Irene is the only thing that's stopping them from damaging the society further. I think we should continue holding her hostage," he argued, chapped lips parting as he adorned a signature frown, full of malice.

The youngest came out, eyes widened, "But, how long are we going to keep her? It doesn't make sense if we keep threatening him and then keeping her all the time! That's not going to work! Pretty soon, they'll realise that we're never going to keep their promise and they're going to storm out here and just take her themselves!" Jeongguk half-yelled, frustration building up.

A sigh escaped the second youngest, now standing up from the couch, "Well, it was your idea to get her in the first place!" Jimin sneered, hands moving to his hips, "But I agree with Namjoon. We should give her back. It's the trust code. We can't keep her." he stated, voice monotone. 

The gears of Dream's mind whirred, assessing all the possible outcomes, "Tae, what do you think?" she asked the usually silent boy who was still busy feeling the skin underneath her shirt, trailing dangerously low towards the edge of her low-cut jeans. 

"I agree with Jimin and Namjoon," Taehyung blurted out, ending his statement right there and then. His fingers began to dance underneath her jeans and Dream caught them, her eyes shooting daggers to the boy, warning of him of going too far. She knew how touchy Taehyung could be at times. Hormones, he would blame. Sure, hormones.

A sigh escaped her parted lips, closing her eyes as she contemplated her options. With a final flick of the tongue, brushing her lower lip, she stated her final decision, "We'll release her."

The group respected the final word, nodding in unison and humming in agreement. The clock hanging on the ceiling struck just then, showing the time at exactly noon, also a sign that it was time to feed the captured in the basement, the duty usually passed to Yoongi and Jimin. Today, however, was a day when Dream and the rest would go and visit them. A good number of the captured were blindfolded when the whole team went down to avoid Dream of being exposed as the true leader of Danger. She was regarded as Jae to most of the gangs and only the top of the tops knew she was the one in charge, the information passed through trustworthy sources at the peak of their careers. 

Yoongi strutted forwards first, eyes now slicked with ferocity as he opened the door for Dream to enter, pale fingers twisting over the copper doorknob and creaking it open. The basement was dark as usual, the looming depth striking fear in their enemies, even themselves at times. The girl walked towards it calmly, letting the darkness swallow her being while the others followed closely behind. Screams, cries and moans of agony sounded from all over. Only a portion of the captured were tortured, some were there as hostages or as kidnapping jobs they had taken. There were a good fifty cells all round, the space quite large for the prisoners to roam about, thinking about their lives. A sudden memory struck her close to her heart and she paused, features softening of a distant memory of a friend she once knew, who she thought could change. Wiping it away, she walked towards Irene's cell, her features hardening for a good solid discussion.

Irene didn't look too bad due to the fact that Yoongi and Jimin were ordered to treat her with care and respect. The injuries that she had sustained on herself were brought upon by her own actions of trying to escape or tackle either of the males. Little cuts and bruises, nothing too serious. Like the others, she was blindfolded for the day and Dream could see the frustration written all over her face, eyebrows scrunched up and mouth twisted into a horrible frown, teeth gritting in annoyance. She had given up on screaming for them to let her go, her voice turning a little hoarse from her past naive attempts.

Dream flicked her wrist, gesturing to Yoongi to take off the blindfolds. He complied, nodding and opening the cell door. Irene's neck snapped towards the sound, a knowing smile forming on her lips. Jimin had gone away to give food to the other prisoners, leaving the four behind. As Yoongi's hands moved towards the cloth to take it out, the girl lifted a leg, aiming for a particular weak spot between the thighs of a man. The male swerved the attack swiftly, moving to the side and sighing in disappointment as the cloth came off.

The light blinded the newly recovered vision of the girl, her eyes squinting to adjust. A shadow passed by, the sudden darkness making her flinch a little. Once everything cleared, a new feeling of hate bubbled in her stomach, a growl escaping her horridly hoarse throat, now painful from all the screaming. Jae.

"Well, well. Miss Irene! How have you been doing?" Dream asked, the sweet voice returning, portraying her innocent facade.

Irene wasn't taking none of that bullshit today, "Not well," she choked out, "You guys have kept me here for God knows how long. Don't you think it's time to let me go?" she asked, eyes filled with malice as her mind swirled. 

Dream put on an unreadable expression, knowing how well she could intimidate her victims, "I will," she said nonchalantly, smiling as the girl in front of her widened her eyes in shock, "D.O. has done his part of the deal and you're off."

Yoongi moved forwards, already on his work to unlock the girl's chains with an emotionless face, actions stoic as he helped her up with harsh movements. However, Irene looked far from jubilant. If anything, she paled, eyes rounded with worry.

"What did you make him do?" she asked, voice trembling slightly as she trudged forward. Dream knew what she was thinking about, sensing the recklessness within her. Unlike the others, she wasn't born in the background of the underworld. She was a normal civilian, brought into the world by D.O. who tried his best to restrict her from the darkness surrounding her, trying his best to retain her innocence, hide her and protect her. She was so naive, so innocent. 

Dream smiled, "Everything comes with a price," she muttered, turning around, "He had to give up quite a lot for you, young lady-"

A sudden blow hit her head. It wasn't the harshness or blow that shocked her, it was the surprise that caught her off guard, causing her to fall onto the floor. Irene yelled, her voice no longer cooperating with her as she wailed out, "What did you do?! Why?! What have we ever done to you?!" clawing her hair and digging her nails into the skin of Dream's neck, Irene refused to give up, legs kicking at her thighs as she crawled on her, tears slipping down her cheeks as she delivered hard blows on her back. The rest of the men hesitated to help, knowing that Dream did not want any harm to be done to Irene. Oh, trust me, D.O. is far worse than you imagine. 

Before the girl had the chance to flip the other over and restrain her, however, Taehyung made a march towards the duo and picked Irene up by her neck, her voice cutting off by the harsh grip. Dream's eyes widened as she watched the girl float in midair, eyes red and bulging. All the warning signs were there, the trauma causing Taehyung to go out of control, the memories that haunted him flowing back as his grip tightened, no longer caring about Dream's barks to put her down, no longer thinking about the other men who were trying to pull him off of her. 

Snap.

Irene fell on the floor, legs limp and eyes glassy as she exhaled her last breath.

Dream gasped as the rest turned silent, 

"What have you done?"

[ irene ; d.o.'s wife ; dead ]

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- Juverine