Dad tilted his head. “We will see.” He took a knife from a table to the side and moved back toward Damian, who tensed and leaned back. Dad reached down and cut Damian’s right arm loose.
Confusion drew my brows together. Dad grabbed Damian’s arm and turned it over, displaying the Jeon tattoo. “How long have you been a Mafia?”
“One year and four months,” Damian muttered, glaring up at my dad. “You will be judged as a Mafia, not a boy, Jeon Damian.”
Damian grimaced. “I don’t give a shit about all this. Do what you have to do. It won’t change a thing.”
Dad stepped back and gestured at the other men. “Who wants to go first? You are the ones who are closer to Y/n.”
Damian winced and looked at Jimin, who took a step forward. “I want to go first.”
Tears stung in my eyes. Please don’t, Jimin.
Jimin moved toward Damian and punched him hard. Damian’s head fell back, blood spraying out of his nose as it broke. I rose slowly from my chair, ignoring the stare from the man beside me. Jimin brought his knife down on Damian’s stomach and left a long cut. Damian cried and lashed out with his free hand, but Jimin grabbed it and twisted the hand back, breaking it. I took a step back, my hand covering my mouth. I had never seen Jimin like this. I knew what he was, what they all were. This wasn’t right. I had to stop them somehow.
“See, Jungkook, your brother will bleed in your stead. We’ll tear him apart piece by piece for what you did to my sister. He will suffer for you,” Jimin snarled. In that moment, little of my brother was left. A Mafia, a monster. Just because I never saw his monstrous side didn’t mean Jimin was less of a monster than any other of the men in our world.
Uncle Martin pushed away from the wall, gripped Damian’s free arm, and jerked it back with a sickening crunch. He had a look on his face I had never seen. Damian’s screams blared through the speakers, and I began running.
Damian didn’t deserve this. And with their actions, they would make everything worse because Jungkook would seek retribution. He would attack viciously, would maim and kill, would leave nothing in his wake, and whatever the outcome, I would lose someone I cared about. Either my family members or the father of my children.
I followed the screams to the last door and burst through it then froze as the smell of burning flesh filled my nose. Damian was screaming as Louis was holding a lighter to his forearm, burning away the Jeon tattoo.
“Enough!” I cried. I stormed forward and pushed him aside before either of them could grab me. Louis’s eyes flashed with fury, and all the men stared at me. “Enough!” I screamed. “Enough!”