Welcome Home, Mirae (4)

Warning! This chapter has adult-restricted contents such as the use of vulgar languages, violence, intercourse, and might even show the portrayal of harmful activities. Continue at your own risk.

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Young Mirae flew from the window of her bedroom. 

Before she fell to the ground, her body acted as though it had a mind of its own. She wheeled mid-air knowing she was about to crash-land on her face. The multiple sections of training she had confronted throughout her childhood benefited her.

Those elders made her train in physical combat at such a young age. At first, her grand-gran and granny were against it, but they soon changed their minds after receiving encouraging words.

Not that Young Mirae minded it and the hardships.

To her, the hellish training she experienced was more than worth it. She contemplated that if she would be the next mafia boss of the family, she needed the skills that could kick anyone's ass.

After landing safely with little effort, Young Mirae lifted her gaze to look back at her uncle, but he had gone astray.

He must have gone back down the hallway to fight with the crewmates.

"I want to fight. I will fight with them," she mouthed. Young Mirae would not cowardly flee without putting up a battle. She would not let them kill all her family and people.

Bringing the blanket wrapped around her body, she sneaked into one window of a room on the first floor: one that was the closest to the hallway where the conflict between two mafia families was setting.

Crouching, Young Mirae recalled the picture that greeted her when she came down the stairs. She remembered the intruders were wearing blue brooches pinned on their black suits.

Stuck in the hallway, the only way to ascend to the second floor was the sole staircase in the mansion. Before they swarmed there, there was a high possibility that they could have contained the first floor; which explained the death of Young Mirae's granny.

Who could they be? Whose family did they belong to?

Argh, she was so stupid. Young Mirae should not have skipped classes with her uncle when she was little. There were days where he would discuss the information regarding the rival groups and mafia families. She should have attended the class and focused while his uncle was talking.

'Way to go back there, little Mirae,' she commented sarcastically to her young self.

Rapid gunshots and loud chants; the more she moved near the hallway, the more the gun shootings became distinct to her ears. Young Mirae thought if they had neighbors in this private property, they would have called the fucking police.

Sneaking, the bangs rang next to her ears as she reduced her distance to the hallway. Grabbing the doorknob before slowly bringing herself to peek at the small space she made at the door, Young Mirae saw her uncle descending the stairs. 

A moment of assuring he was alive, she walked her eyes at the scene unfolding and noticed that the number of crewmates decreased in a brief moment.

'Our side is losing. I need to do something!'

Young Mirae was confident that she could help, but this confidence quickly disappeared when she witnessed her uncle lift his hands in the air, bow in front of the enemies, and announce defeat. 

Her lips parted, completely dumbfounded at his show, which Young Mirae thought was solely pronouncing cowardice. What was wrong with him? Even the crewmates refused to surrender, yet he thought of kneeling?

"Underboss," said the low voice at the opponent's side, "the Young family's Boss and his Mistress are dead, but the crew told me they couldn't find the brat."

"Hah! She is not home, young man! You fucking failed your mission — huk."

Bang, shout the gun that the opposing person was holding. The bullet pierced through Young Jae's head. The gush of blood flowed from the hole.

Young Mirae struggled to say a word. She could only release a muffled gas. Holding a hand on her mouth, she was afraid that the men outside the room would hear her. No, wait, did she just say scared? More like, she became a coward!

"What, what did you do you son of a — hmph!" A hand pressed on her mouth silenced her from talking. It deadened her cry before it could reach the ears of the enemies.

"Shh, what do you think you're doing? I was waiting for you outside!" Bo Kyung berated, still pressing his strength to hush her. "Don't grapple now! We need to leave immediately!"

Strong arms coiled around her body, carried her toward the channel she used to enter the first floor. For the second time, she flew through the window. But it didn't take long when the wooden door, whose job was to conceal them from escaping, barged open.

"She's here!"

The people on the other side revealed themselves. One of them yelled with veins that appeared popping in his neck. In the coordinated moment, the crew of the rival family showered them with bullets. 

Yet they were slow.

Young Mirae landed on all fours; her knees scraped from crushing on the ground. She groaned the second she felt another mighty arm tightened around her waist: Bo Kyung placed her on her shoulder like a rice sack.

"Kyung, release me! I'll kill those bastards!"

"You don't even have a weapon, you dumb shit!"

"What? Did you just called me 'dumb shit'? I might be dumb but I'm not a shit!"

"Yes, you are!"

The monstrous man carried her effortlessly and ran through the back gate where he said the car was waiting. Bo Kyung shoved her in the passenger's seat, ordered her to fasten her seat belt as he barged and started the car. 

When Bo Kyung stepped on the accelerator, the people chased them out with firing bullets.

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"...Hey, I think one of the wheels was shot," Young Mirae commented as she noticed the vehicle was slowing down and staggering.

"Don't talk, Young Miss."

Young Mirae became obedient and did what he asked. Not before she brought another query, "Are you shot, too?"

"Yes, and it's because of you."

She didn't reply and observed the driver. He was not only shot but also knocked from the back of his head because of the severe bleeding. Her eyes squinted in apprehension. If her guess was right, this might come to a worst-case scenario.

"Kyung, let me drive."

"No, I'm the driver."

"No. Kyung. Let me." His hair dripped a bead of red liquid and stained his white dress shirt. He was losing too much blood.

Young Mirae advanced to snatch the driving seat from the stubborn man; the seatbelt was on the way, hence she unbuckled it. However, no matter what pull she did, she could not get rid of him.

"I, I'm the d-driver."

As perceived, Bo Kyung started to have seizures before her eyes. He was gripping the steering wheel and he would not budge.

"Bo Kyung, pull yourself together, you piece of crap!" Young Mirae cursed to herself and the man. She saw that they were swaying away from the road, speeding through the woods.