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The next morning, you woke up around ten a.m, and the house was eerily silent. You grabbed the knife out of your night stand and made your way to every room in the house.

Everyone was gone.

Your heart sunk to your stomach and you felt as if you'd throw up. You ran back to your room and shut your door, locking it. You called Seungcheol, and it went straight to voice mail.

You groaned. "No, no, no."

You dialed your lead hit man's number, putting it up to your ear.

"Yes ma'am?" He answered.

"I want you and twenty other men in my living room in twenty minutes."

"Yes ma'am."

You hung up and threw your phone on your bed, going to your closet. You grabbed your crew neck, your black jeans, your black boots and a black mask. You quickly put on the thin, yet very efficient, bulletproof vest, and changed, then you headed down to the training room.

When you walked in, you stopped in your tracks at the sight of blood on the floor. Your anger built up as you walked passed it and towards the weapons. You grabbed five daggers, two knives, and your custom gun.

You walked over to the corner of the room and grabbed one of the gasoline cans that you kept for emergencies, then you walked out and into the living room, just as the hit men piled in.

"Ma'am, whats our mission?" The lead man asked.

"The boys are gone, and only one mafia could be responsible. I want six of you to come with me. The rest of you stay here and guard the house."

The remaining men took place inside and outside of the house, while you and the six others headed off.

When you pulled up to Bangtan's house, your men took position behind you. You walked up to the door and kicked it in, and to your luck, everyone except Namjoon was downstairs.

Bangtan tried coming at you, but you walked right passed them as your men held them down. You had never felt anger like this, it was more than rage. You walked upstairs, grabbing your gun. You heard Seokmin's voice, so you followed it. Once you found the door, you barged in, cocked your gun, and held it to Namjoon's head.

"You're going to help me untie every single one of them. My men are downstairs, and they will not hesitate to kill your friends, so I suggest you do what I say." You ordered slowly, your voice low.

"What makes you think I'd do that?" He said, slowly turning around to face you.

You looked him dead in the eyes and pointed your gun down, pulling the trigger and sending a bullet into his foot, then you put it back to his head. "Because I said you will."

"No."

You nodded, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue. He came towards you, but you pulled your knife out and got him in the side. He was taken off guard, so you put him down, your knee to his back. You grabbed some rope that was next to both of you and tied his hands together.

"If you try to get up, I'll shoot you." You threatened.

You got up and faced the boys, finally realizing how bad their condition was. You shut your eyes, forcing yourself to keep your composure. Most of the boys probably wouldn't have been able to walk, so you pulled your phone out and called one of your men.

"I need three more of you to come to Bangtan's mansion, bring three more cars. Most of the boys probably won't be able to walk on their own."

You hung up and started untying everyone, and when you got to Seungcheol, his eyes were closed. "Seungcheol." You whispered. "Seungcheol!"

He didn't respond, and all you saw was red. You whirled on Namjoon and grabbed his throat.

"Did you kill him, Namjoon!" When he didn't say anything, your grip tightened. "Did you?!"

You felt someone grab your forearm. "He's alive, they just drugged him." Jeonghan reassured you.

You nodded and stood up, looking down at Namjoon, then at all of the boys. The ones that were awake were bleeding pretty bad, but Seungcheol was far worse than the rest of them. You turned back to Namjoon and took your knife out, cutting his shirt off.

"Desperate much?" He smirked.

"No." You bit. "My friends are dying."

You tore the shirt in proportional sizes so the boys that were bleeding could use that to help. Then some more of your men came in.

"Seungcheol is drugged. I need you to get them home as fast as possible."

"What about," Soonyoung took a deep breath, struggling to breathe. "What about you, Seungbi?"

"I'll be fine. I promise."

All of your men left with the boys, and you dragged Namjoon downstairs to be with his friends. You made sure the only car in the driveway was yours before you began your mission.

Bangtan was tied up, leaning against the wall. You walked over to Namjoon and bent down, grabbing his face.

"There's a line that no one should cross, and that's family. So next time you decide to beat and drug someone, it better not be one of the people that I love. It takes two to tango, Namjoon, and I'm really good at it."

You let go of his face and looked down at him as you stood up. You grabbed the gasoline can that was just outside of the front door, and watched as they all watched in curiosity and fear.

"I can take you all out single handedly. Remember that, boys."

With that, you poured gasoline near the front door, then you went all the way around the premises. You came back to the front and pulled the lighter out of your pocket. You made eye contact with Namjoon, turned the wheel, and threw the lighter into the gasoline.

You got in your car and watched the house ignite as you backed out of the driveway, making your way home. When you got to the house, your men were still guarding the premises. They welcomed you home and you made your way inside, only to see all of the boys passed out in the living room.

Their wounds still weren't treated, so you went to each one of them and carefully treated them, bandaged them, put a pillow under their heads, and covered them with a blanket. You then sat on the couch and put on some tv for background noise to your thoughts, carefully keeping an eye on everyone.

Around eleven p.m., the news came on.

"A famous mafia house owned by BTS, mysteriously burned to the ground this afternoon around noon-"

"You burned their house down?" Seungcheol's voice sounded from next to you.

You looked over at him with shocked, heavy eyes. "Yeah." You whispered, turning your whole body towards him and involuntarily reaching for his hand. "I thought you'd never wake up."

"I'm proud of you." He whispered.

"You shouldn't be." You whispered back. "The only reason all of you got hurt was because of me."

"Maybe, but we'll probably never know why they did it. If it weren't for you, we would all be dead." He said. "You're an amazing sister, and you're an amazing friend."

You sighed and looked up at Seungcheol, weakly smiling at him. "You should rest. I love you."

"I love you too, Seungbi."

Once he was asleep again, you went to the bathroom and looked at your reflection. The soot on your cheek, the blood still on your hands. You were too worried to move this whole time.

Looking in the mirror, you weren't looking at yourself. You saw someone who had made too many mistakes and put too many people in danger. You saw a mafia leader, who's blood was turning cold for another mafia, who wanted a taste of another mafias blood.

You needed to clean up, so you ran through the shower and got all of the dirt and blood off of your body. You couldn't help but look at your reflection once more. Your wet hair in your face, the anger in your eyes.

You let out an angry noise and punched the mirror, shattering the glass and breaking the skin on your knuckles. The blood fell around the drain of the sink, your breathing heavy.

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