《The Mafia "bride" (Yoonmin) *Completed*》Chapter 94
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Jimin's pov
"Mmm". I woke up in a room and looked around. "Where... Right, Johnny". I clicked my tongue and felt something cold on my foot. "He didn't". I pull the covers off my foot and sure enough... There were chains on my feet. "Dick". I said. I looked at the chains and looked at the door.
"Knowing him, the chains won't reach the door". I said and looked at the windows. "Useless since I have these chains around my ankles". I rubbed my temple and turned to the bathroom. "Maybe I can rust them, but how long is that going to take". I groaned and the door opens.
"Good morning bride!". A maid walks in carrying a tray. "How long was I out for?". I immediately asked. "For two days". She says. "Where's Johnny?". I asked. "And don't go saying weird shit". I said. "Master is out but he wi...". "What is that?". I pointed to the tray. "Some food that master told us to prepare for you". She beams. "Yeah... You can go take that back".
"Eh?". She looks at me. "Oh, no!". She shakes her head. "There's nothing in the food". She said. "That's not the point". I told her. "I don't...". "I don't want it". I cut her off. "But bride, you must eat". She says. 'Alright'. I walked over to her and knock the food on the floor. "Bride! How can you...". "I didn't do that". I gasped.
"You just didn't want me to eat cause you're jealous". I said. "What are...". "Imagine Johnny hearing about this... Surely, you will get killed". I giggled and she starts shaking. "This is what you're going to do". I look into her eyes. "You're going to lie to that bitch Johnny when he asks you about this food shit". I said. "Also... Don't bring me anything if it isn't takeout".
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"Then I want you to tell me all of Johnny's weaknesses and about his family and I only want YOU to come here, copy?". I said. "Yes br...". "Jimin". I cut in. "My fucking name is Jimin and I will never that cunts bride". I said and started picking up the food. "Make sure you throw this out where no one can see you". I told her and she nods.
"Oh... And keep this to yourself cause if you want to bring me down remember that you will go first". I said. "You're replaceable... I'm not". I booped her nose. "Off you go!". I smiled and the maid runs of the room. I started laughing and jumped back on the bed. "Wow...".
"I just turned into Jin".
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