All these strange people come into our house and talk to him. All of them are dressed in black with deadly looks.

Most of them have tattoos around their bodies or fake teeth.

How am I supposed to ignore the fact that my fiance is a Mafia boss? I will be the ' second ' mafia boss Soon enough.

I- I can't even tie my shoes properly nor hold a gun and hurt people.

I really hope Taehyung was telling the truth about just looking pretty next to him. Even if I'm just average looking.

It's business. I have to think about that.

He said he didn't kill anyone personally and I need to hold onto that.

No, I'm still marrying a criminal. Oh my god. What do I do?

" Jungkook," I whine on the phone.

" Stop calling me and whining."

He says on the phone," can you not go One day without complaining?"

" I - I didn't even saying it yet. I want your opinion."

" Let me guess, Taehyung? Take his money, take his body and shut your mouth. I'm working out now.

No one wants to be with a twenty six years old who can only whine to his dad."

" But I -,"

" I'm sweating lifting up the weights now."

" Okey, sorry."

" Just be more like your hot ass brother and you will be fine.

Tsk, some old mob boss will not get under your skin."

" He is only twenty eight."

" Anyway- stop whining. I hate it. Go make out with him or something. I gotta go."

I sigh. Wait. Is he right? Am I complaining to them too much? I thought it's normal to talk to your parents about your problems.

Well, I only have one parent- my dad. And Jungkook is the Satan bullying me on my shoulder so I don't have much choices.

-

I walk into the hall and see his office door open. I know I'm supposed to go there but I still get interested.

I peak into the room as I see him arguing with some man. He is handsome, tall and tattoos.

" I'm sure it's him, Don. I swear on my life."

" No. That is not possible. He is my best man for years, Namjoon." Taehyung grabs his neck starts chocking him.

My breath hitches. Taehyung looks to the door and sees me.

He walks to the door and I try to walk away.

" Stop." I hear his voice and my body freezes in the middle of the hall." Didn't I tell you to not come to my office without knocking?"

" S- sorry, I heard.... Voices."

He walks in front of me and grabs my face." It's mafia business. I don't want you to worry your head about it."

" Well, I'm part of your l- life now, shouldn't I know?" I gulp down.

" No. I will handle it. Don't you have work? You should be working, hobi." Hobi.

He kisses the top of my head,

" Don't worry, I just need to have few words with my men."

He leaves back to the office, close the door and locks it.

What were they discussing he can't tell me? But he was surprisingly......