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Your name was (Y/F/N), and you worked for the mafia.
Well, you didn’t work for the mafia in the traditional sense, you were merely someone they paid extra cash to go and drop letters or packages off at random locations. For who or what, you didn’t know. They never told you any information other than what you absolutely needed, and to be quite honest you wanted to keep it that way. You didn’t even want to do anything that was connected to illegal practices in the first place, but after accumulating quite a large sum of debt from going to college, you needed all the cash you could get.
You sighed to yourself as you cleaned up the counter of the local coffee shop that you worked at, preparing to close the store for the night. ‘If only this stupid job paid enough to cover the bills, then I wouldn’t have to work for the damn mafia in the first place…’ You thought to yourself, exhaling sharply at the irritation you felt.
Once you felt that the store was properly cleaned and relatively prepared for the start of the next day, you took off the apron you wore and grabbed your things and walked out, locking the front door behind you. The cool night air made you shiver a little bit as you began your lengthy walk back towards your apartment. Your footsteps echoed in the street, which was eerily empty, even if it was late at night. You reached your hand into your bag and grabbed your taser gun that you had bought shortly after you started working for the mafia. Even though you had what was basically the lowest position, you still felt that you needed some kind of protection just in case anyone ever came after you.
It was then that you heard what you thought to be faint footsteps treading softly behind you. Timidly, you looked over your shoulder to see a dark figure of what looked like a man some distance behind you. He was far enough to where you couldn’t guarantee that he was following you, but he was close enough to give you a reason for suspicion.
Your breath hitched a little as you sped up your pace, ‘It’s okay, it’s okay,’ You tried to calm yourself as you continued your route to your apartment, ‘He just happens to be going in the same direction as you, that’s all. At any rate, you’re almost at the apartment.’
When you heard the gentle footsteps speed up, you knew that you weren’t just being paranoid. This man was following you. Your heart was in your throat as you turned around, your stun gun raised toward the man threateningly, “S-Stop right there!” Your voice quavered as you tried to intimidate the mysterious man, “I-I’ve got a taser, and I’m not afraid to use it!”
The man paused for a moment, before continuing his approach toward you but more slowly, his hands raised up in a half-hearted surrender, “Hey hey, there’s no need for that now, I’m not here to hurt you.” Now that he was closer, you could clearly see his face. He was a fairly handsome man with brownish colored hair and dark eyes. His face was slightly longer than your average male, and he couldn’t have been all that much older than you yourself. The smile on his face just screamed for you to trust him, even though you knew good and damn well that was a stupid idea. He probably used that innocent smile for anyone he wanted to trick.
Your grip on your stun gun tightened as you replied curtly, “Who are you? What the hell do you want? Why are you following me?” You were happy that your voice seemed to have found its strength, but the way your legs were trembling reminded you just how scared you were right now.
He cautiously approached you, but almost with a sense of confidence as though he were sure that you weren’t going to pull the trigger, “My name…doesn’t quite matter. What does matter is the message I have to deliver to you. It’s from Min Yoongi.”
The name rung alarms in your brain. From what you had heard from the man who recruited you, that was the name of the leader of the entire organization. The idea of one of the biggest mafia leaders in town sending you a message directly seemed pretty far-fetched, which only made this guy even more suspicious.
“Cut the bullshit, why the hell would a mafia boss ever send me a personal message?” You scoffed at the man, narrowing your eyes, “Unless you have some sort of proof, I suggest you turn around and walk away.”
The man smirked, and if you weren’t so terrified you might have even thought the man looked handsome, “Your name is (Y/F/N), you work at that coffee shop just a few blocks up, and you started working under the Min Syndicate about eight months ago.”
Your blood ran cold. You figured the mafia would do their research on you, but it was terrifying to know that literally any random mafia member could recite your information as though it were their own phone number. Gulping, you said hesitantly, “Y-You could just be a good stalker for all I know…”
Rolling his eyes the man replied, “Well I don’t have much else to prove to you that I was sent here by Mr. Min. He wants you to appear at this address at exactly 6PM three days from now. And believe me, you don’t want to find out what happens if you show up late or stand him up.” He held out a small slip of paper for you to take, which after a moment of staring, you hesitantly took it from him.
He smiled brightly once you took the piece of paper, “Thanks, you made my job that much easier.” He began to walk away, but turned back to you to add, “Oh, yeah, don’t forget to dress nicely. Like, really nice, otherwise he’d probably have your head.” With that, the man walked back down the dimly lit street in the direction that you had just come from, leaving you standing there reeling in shock.
Blinking hard a few times, you unfolded the slip of paper the strange man had handed you. On it was a single address, as he said there would be. You didn’t know where the place was for sure, but given the street name, you knew that it was in the more upscale side of town. You looked back up only to see that the man had long disappeared, leaving you to slowly walk back to your apartment again.
‘What the fuck is going on,’ You thought to yourself as you approached the stairs to your apartment complex, ‘Why would the leader of the ENTIRE Min Syndicate want me to meet him? He’s not gonna kill me…is he?’ You shook your head to yourself, knowing that if the man had wanted you dead he could have very easily made that happened by now.
You entered your apartment, your head spinning with thoughts as to why Min Yoongi was requesting that you show up, and in full glam no less. Sighing, you dump your belongings on your couch and make your way to your bedroom, where you promptly plopped down on the bed. You were too exhausted after the appearance of the mafia and them summoning you to…some sort of gathering. Anxiousness began to settle over you as your tired eyes slowly drifted closed. Whatever this was about, you just wanted it to be over with quickly. You needed to get out of this mafia business as soon as possible.