JUNGKOOK'S POV...

"Uncle V!" Jeongsan shouted as he ran to V and hugged him.

"Take Jeongsan to the airport. Right now." I demanded, here at the parking lot.

"Be Careful." V said as he put Jeongsan inside the car. I nodded and went back inside like Jeongsan never existed.

I immediately called Suga to find and stop Jennie if she pulls a trick. Only V and Suga came with me here in Spain and I'm starting to get sweaty because Lisa might do something crazy.

I went back inside and casually got myself a glass of champagne. I looked around and I couldn't see any figure of Lisa, yet.

"Mr. Jeon?" I turned around I saw a blonde foreigner waiter with table napkin and tray around his arms.

"Yes, that's me." I said.

"You're wife is waiting for you in the VIP suite, Room 19." The waiter said and handed me a key card.

Lisa.

I casually smiled at the waiter before he disappeared infront of me.

She's probably going to kill me there, shoots me with raining bullets and let my body decay.

I went to the said floor and slowly pulled my gun from the back of my black suite.

I'm now facing the door of Room 19. I took the keycard from my pocket and slide it to the card swiper beside the door knob.

The door slowly creaked open. I pointed the gun inside to take a headstart but no one was inside. The lights were deam, the fragrant minty lavander scent was roaming the whole room which indicates that she's here.

I went to bathroom, the kitchen, the dining room, but I found no sign of Lisa.

Then I decided to open the bedroom and entered while still pointing my gun to take precaution but nobody was there.

I was startled when the bedroom door suddenly banged behind me. Turning around and pointing the gun, I found Lisa standing in front of the door... crying.

She was sobbing and instead of shooting her, I slowly rested my hands beside my thighs and heaved a sigh.

I knew very well that this might be some kind of a trick. She might be using this antic to trap me. But...

She's crying so innocently. Her eyes were full of tears and pain and... longing. I didn't know what came into me that I felt guilty and hurt upon seeing her like this.

It's been so long since I last saw her in person. And I admit, she's still as hot and gorgeous as ever. My feelings was a mix of doubt, hurt, and missing her at the same time.

I want to hug her, but I know it's wrong. I want to kiss her, but I know I don't deserve her. I want to kill her, but... I fucking can't!

I was about to point the gun at her when she suddenly ran towards me and hugged me.

Holy Shit... I missed her.

"I missed you." Lisa muttered in between her sobs as her arms around my nape tightened.

I stood frozen. I don't know what to do. I was processing things if I should hug her back or just point the gun at her head and pull the trigger.

"So much." Her voice was hoarse from sobbing. They were soft and her cold breath caressed my earlobes which sent chills down my spine.

My mind went blank upon her words. My hands wrapping around her waist as I hug her back. We stayed like that for what felt like an hour but nobody's complaining.

She finally let go and faced me. Her eyes were still filled with tears. I cupped her face and wiped the flowing tears on her cheeks.

"I missed you, Jungkook! How could you leave me like that!" She shut her eyes and whined. I couldn't help but miss her even more.

"I thought---" and she cut me off by planting her lips on mine.

At first I was shock and flustered. But when she tilted her head and deepened the kiss, that's when my sanity finally lost its place.

My grip on her waist became tighter as I responded to her kisses.

Oh Lisa, forgive me.

My hands made it's way to the back of her dress, slowly unzipping the dress down. She didn't mind me undressing her and I slowly, carefully led her to the bed behind us without breaking the kiss.

I took her dress off, leaving her with underwear and a bra. A red laced bra to be exact. Her perfect figure lies beneath me as she playfully tug my hair.

I took both her wrist and pinned them down. I pulled away and took a glance at her beneath me. She was still sexy and has a toned four pack abs even though she has those visible stretch marks on her tummy because of Jeongsan.

"You still look like a piece of Leonardo da Vinci's artwork." I complimented, making her chuckle.

Her chuckle. Her smile. God, I want to see that everyday.

"Really?" She raised an eyebrow while chuckling. I nodded.

"Prettier than Monalisa." I said making her burst into laughter.

She finds Monalisa funny and I'm not complaining. Her laugh is priceless. It's been 5 years since I last heard her laugh, touch her, kiss her, hug her, fuck her. And I can't wait to abuse this business event to miss her.

I leaned and started kissing her neck. My mouth and tounge marking my territory once again. I can't wait to leave hickeys all over her neck and show the world whom she belongs to.

"Ahh." She moaned as I hit her favorite spot. I smirked in between and continued to leave love bites around her neck.

She moaned my name and wiggling her hands that I pinned on the mattress, wanting to wrap it around my nape. I let go of her and she immediately wrapped her legs and arms around me.

My boner is nearly ripping my pants off. But when I reached for my zipper and pulled my belt out...

I heard a gun clicking on top of my head. Shit.

I looked back at Lisa beneath me and she was smirking like a demon that she is, while shoving the gun on my head making my hair a bit messy.

"Hey, husband." She smirked. I clenched my teeth as I slowly stood up and raising my palm in the air like surrendering.

I was too damn sucked up in the moment and forgot she's still a mafia. The Mafia Queen of Korea to be exact.

I looked for my gun and cussed immediately when I realized I dropped it infront of the door where Lisa hugged me. My gun is way too far to reach from this distance.

Lisa stood up and pointed the gun at me with only her underwear and bra on. And damn, I couldn't help myself but get distracted at the sight.

I'm even starting to wonder if she really did undergone pregnancy with that perfect body and beautifully carved tiger marks.

"I can tell you really missed me, Mr. Jeon." She said making me clench my teeth in anger. If only I have my gun.

"I do missed making you suffer." I retorted.

"You've already given me enough suffering. Now it's my turn." She smirked again. I heaved a sigh and rested my hands down.

"What do you want?"

"Oh you know very well what I want, Jungkook." She eyed me.

If it's Jeongsan she's referring to, it will be 'over-my-dead-body' response.

"If you want my son---"

"He's my fucking son, Jungkook! He's mine! Not yours! And you made me wait for Five fucking years! Five years! Without even knowing his name! His face! How he grew up to crawling from walking!" Her voice was so full of pain and anger as tears flowed down her eyes again.

And even though she's pointing the gun at me, I couldn't help but feel guilty.

"You..." She covered her mouth with the other hand that wasn't holding a gun to stop her sobs.

"You don't know how that Five years of waiting felt like. It was actually better if you didn't took the child and tortured me physically instead. But you fucking did! I felt like dying everytime I think of my son for Five years!" Her eyes are starting to get swollen and her voice cracking up.

"And it hurts even more to think that YOU of all people! YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU MADE ME A MONSTER! ME RIGHT NOW AND EVEN BEFORE WAS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU DESERVE TO DIE!!!" And she rushed to me and shoved the gun at my head hardly that my head started to hurt because of her push.

I shut my eyes, preparing to get my head blown off.

Lisa is right. I made her like this. I broke her, and instead of recovering, she turned into a monster. She turned to something that she didn't want to be in the first place. And it's all because of me.

But I'm glad I met her. I met the Lalisa Manabon, the Lalisa Bruschweiler and made her the Lalisa Jeon. I did loved her, I did became happy, I did changed. But it wasn't enough. That's why I hated myself for being useless. For not being enough to become a husband. For not being able to express how much I love her until now.

I'm afraid. I was too afraid to accept and admit my feelings for her. Because there's still a part of me in being a Mafia and money is the priority. And I know I'm a useless piece of bullshit for that. And Lisa's not the one to blame but me.

She chose me despite being a mess. She loved me despite being cheated on. And above all, she married me and stayed despite the suffering I've given to her.

If killing me is the best way to finally bring my Lali back... then so be it.

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A/N:

Okay so I actually wrote (especially the mild smut) this after attending church. And Satan is welcoming me to hell.

Get your holy waters and cleanse your souls. Let's not meet in hell one day, okay?

I love you guys ♥