Taehyung's grip on the gun tightened as he took in the scene in front of him. His entire body stiffened. There, tied to a chair, was an unknown man, his face already bruised. Surrounding him were a group of people dressed in black, their stances firm, exuding an air of power.

But what caught Taehyung’s attention the most was the woman standing in front of the man—her back facing him.

“Where the hell is my Yn?!” Taehyung's voice boomed, filled with rage and confusion.

The woman froze at his voice. Slowly, she turned around.

“T-Taehyung?”

Taehyung’s breath hitched. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at her.

“Yn?” His voice came out barely above a whisper. “You... you’re the mafia queen?”

She swallowed hard, nodding. “Yes, Taehyung.” Her voice was soft yet steady. “But please don’t get me wrong—I still love you. Please… don’t leave me.”

Taehyung’s shock slowly melted away, replaced by something more dangerous—a smirk. He took slow steps toward her, eyes darkening.

“Leave you?” He let out a low chuckle. “Who said I would ever leave you? If anything…” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Now I’m even more in love with you.”

Yn felt a rush of relief, her heart pounding.

But before she could respond, Taehyung’s gaze snapped to the man tied up. “Now, let’s deal with this bastard.”

Yn nodded, stepping closer to their captive. “Who the hell are you?” Her voice was sharp, demanding.

The man smirked despite his situation. “I am Jun. Elder brother of Jackson and Lucas.” His voice dripped with arrogance. “You must have heard of them.”

Taehyung let out a cold laugh. “Ah, so you’re just as pathetic as your brothers?” His eyes darkened. “Let me guess, you're here to take revenge?”

Jun clenched his jaw. “You will regret this, Kim Taehyung. You will regret everything.”

Yn's patience snapped. “And who the hell do you think you are to raise your voice at him?” Her voice was ice-cold. “I could separate your head from your body in seconds.”

Jun scoffed, looking her up and down with a smirk. “Damn… you’re hot when you’re mad.” His tongue darted out to lick his lips.

Taehyung’s body tensed. His eyes flashed with fury.

Before Jun could say another word, Taehyung lunged at him, grabbing his collar and landing a brutal punch across his face. “What did you say earlier? ‘Come if you want to save your wife’?” His voice was mocking, filled with venom. “You really thought you could threaten me?”

Another punch. This time, blood trickled from Jun’s nose.

“Don’t you dare lay your filthy eyes on her again,” Taehyung growled.

Jun, still smirking despite the pain, suddenly swung a punch at Taehyung, catching him off guard.

But before Taehyung could retaliate, Yn stepped forward, her movements quick and merciless. She grabbed Jun by the collar and delivered a slap so hard that he stumbled backward, nearly falling off the edge of the terrace.

But Yn wasn’t done. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking him forward before shoving him backward with all her strength—straight into the pool.

Jun’s body hit the water with a loud splash.

A moment of silence passed. Then—panic.

“Help—” Jun sputtered, thrashing. “I—I can’t swim!”

Yn crossed her arms, watching him struggle. A smirk tugged at her lips.

“Oh, what a shame.”