CHAPTER 3

Jimin's POV

"What?" I ask, my face heating up at the name. Really? He wants me to call him Daddy? That's so embarrassing and it makes my face flush.

"I don't like repeating myself Jimin..." He says still hovering above my ear. I shudder with excitement and bite my lip to suppress a moan.

"Are you going to kill me?" I ask my voice filled with fear. I have no idea what his response will be. He sighs and looks me in the eyes.

"Jimin, people either die young or live forever but remember this, you only live once." He explains and I look at him confused. That didn't even answer my question.

"Besides, why would I kill you if I went through so much to get you?" He asks and unties my hands. I honestly don't want to be here but, he's very sexy.

Did I just think that?

"Are you ready for bed?" He asks and I look at him. I'm surprised that he's treating me like an actual person. Most times, when someone kidnaps you they take away your rights.

"I'm treating you like a normal person because I want to gain your trust. Again, you're very easy to read." He says and I pout.

How can this man read minds?!? Now he'll know all of my dirty thoughts.

Ugh.

I nod my head. Yes, I'm very tired even though I've slept all day. That reminds me, is it day or night? I don't even know how long I was knocked out when they you know.....took me. Maybe all of this happened for a reason, maybe there is some point in doing all of this.

"Let's go to the bedroom." He says, while throwing me over his shoulder, causing a squeak to escape my lips. This man is actually touching me, without causing pain.

I look around the room that I've been in since I've gotten here. The room has dark walls with no windows at all. It a also has a bed and a chair in the center, along with the cage in the corner. Then, there is some extra rope in the other corner. What was he planning on doing with that? The thought makes me shiver.

He goes through a door and wraps an arm around my waist. The tips of my ears burn and I grow hot.

We go inside of a room and I gasp. My mouth hangs open as I take it all in. The room has a big kingsize bed in the center, with a tv hanging on the wall. There is also three doors, not including the one that we just came out of. I'm guessing that one is a closet, one is a bathroom, and the last one leads to wherever else this place goes. Are we in a house? Are we still in New York?

He, (Still refusing to call him Daddy.) places me on the bed. Then, he takes off his boots and pants. I turn away, with my cheeks flushed, to give him some privacy as he undresses. I look at the pillows and notice something sticking out from underneath them. My curiosity takes over as I lift the pillow up to see something that sends chills down my spine.

A pistol.

My eyes bulge put of my head as I jump off the bed. What does he have a gun under there for?!? How dangerous is this guy?

He looks at me and raises an eyebrow. Then, he looks at the bed and shakes his head while chuckling.

He walks over to the bed and grabs the gun. The whole time I watch him, I get more nervous. Is he gonna shoot me with that? That's one of the worst ways to die.

He lifts it up and looks at me.

"You're scared of this?" He asks pointing at it. I nod my head while crawling back. Who wouldn't be scared of a gun?!?

He takes the gun and puts it under the bed. I stare at him dumbfounded. Why didn't he shoot me?

God must be on my side today,

"Out of sight, out of mind." He says coming over to me and lifting me off the floor again.

No way.

This man is dangerous! Who keeps guns under their pillows?!? I tense up in his arms. He lets out a sigh.

"Let's just get some sleep." He says and I realize something.

I'm still in my birthday suit!

"Can I have some clothes please?" I ask looking up at him. He smirks and I know that something's up.

"Say it." He says and I blush. No he can't make me say that. I would rather die than have to say that.

Anything but that.

"Please..." I say hesitating at the last part. I will not call this man that.

"Say it." He says. I shut my eyes and let out a shaky sigh.

"Please Daddy?..." I say barely loud enough for him to hear me but, I pray that he did.

I open one eye to see him smiling at me. All I asked for was some clothes, don't understand why that was so hard.

"That wasn't so hard was it? Yes, you can wear something of mine. Get under the blanket while I go get it." He says while laying me back on the bed. I nod my head, face still hot from calling him that. That is the one and only time that I will call him that. EVER.

I get under the huge comforter and check under the rest of the pillows for guns. Just to be safe. I don't get it. Why would he have a gun under there in the first place? What would he possibly have need it for ? How dangerous is this guy?

What will he do to me?

He comes back with a t-shirt in his hands and crawls in bed with me.

"Here, lift your arms up." He tells me and I obey. Not wanting to anger him.

He slips the t-shirt on me and I thank him. Maybe if I'm good then he'll keep treating me with kindness. I don't want to get on his bad side for the second time since I've been here.

He grabs my arms and pulls me into his chest as we lay down. He pulls the blanket over us and claps. The lights turn off and I instantly get scared. I've always been afraid if the dark, ever since I was little. I move further into his chest and hide my face in it.

Right now I don't care if he's dangerous, I'm more afraid of the dark than him.

I'm not a baby! Yeah, I know you said it.

He chuckles and wraps his arms tighter around me.

"I'll protect you." He says and that's the last thing I hear before I shut my eyes. Then, sleep takes over.

Jeongguk's POV ( The Mafia Boss)

I look down at Jimin and sigh. Someday he'll understand why I took him and I can't wait until that day comes. He's just so adorable that I couldn't help myself. I hope he doesn't turn me all soft.

I'm not supposed to be soft. I'm supposed to be a stone cold killer and that's what I am. I just don't show it around Jimin, not wanting to scare him. Tomorrow I have a lot of things to explain to him. Like how he was knocked out for a full day when I kidnapped him. Or like how that we aren't in New York anymore.

I took him out all the way to Brazil. He'll have to live with it though because I'm the one in charge here.

And I always get what I want with no one to tell me otherwise.

That's my last thought before I let sleep take over me as well.

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