Prologue

Before you start if you want some back ground on these characters read Chapter 16 of My Mafia Husband

N A M J O O N

It was raining, no. It was storming the day I got out of prison.

I was given parole, which I didn't understand. Why were they putting me, a murderer, back on the streets?

But it wasn't like I was going to kill anyone. The one person I wanted to kill was already dead.

I squeezed the stuffed bunny I had in my hands, the one given to me by my little sister before my father killed her. I didn't have a jacket to protect the stuffed animal from the rain so it was getting soaked, just like me.

I don't remember how long I had been walking, a few hours maybe. I couldn't feel my hands and my toes were starting to go numb trough the cheap fabric of the tennis shoes I was given. But a car pulled up beside me and a window was rolled down.

"Namjoon!" The man shouted over the pouring rain and thunder.

I glared over at the car, who the hell was that?

"Come here!" The man said again and I kept walking, just then realizing how bad I was shaking from the cold.

The car followed me and I was about to make a run for it but two men grabbed me and dragged me into the long car.

I went to punch the man that was beside me but I stopped when I recognized the vaguely familiar face.

"Who are you?" Was all I said.

"I'm the only one who can save you." He said, "I know you're past Namjoon, and I'm going to help you."

I glared at him, the stuffed bunny still in my clenched and shaking hands.

"You don't know shit." I mummbled, my voice shaky from the cold, taking away the anger in my voice.

A blanket was thrown over me and I flinched, but after realizing it was no treat I pulled the thick and warm blanket around me.

"I know that that bunny in your hand was your sisters and that she gave it to you before she died."

I looked at him. How the hell did he know that? No one knew that. I thought about punching him again.

"I knew your father, Namjoon. I knew what kind of man he became and I'm here to offer you a job and a place to stay."

I looked at him, not saying anything else and I wouldn't say anything else for the rest of the ride.

He told me what the job was but I wasn't really paying attention. I was looking just past him at the rain hitting the window and the lighting lighting up the night, thunder rumbling seconds behind the cracks of lighting.

I came back to what he was saying when I felt a pinch in the back of my neck.

I groaned and went to punch him but my arms wouldn't move. What did they give me.

"It's going to be okay Namjoon. There's nothing to worry about." He said as my grip on the stuffed animal loosened and I slipping into a deep sleep.

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I woke up with a start, sitting up and examining the room I was in.

I was on a couch in a well decorated room. There was a woman behind a desk, looking through a file, my file. The woman was young, but she looked focused and mature.

"Namjoon, I'm happy to see that you are up." She looked at me.

I sat up on the couch and felt around for the stuffed bunny.

"Looking for this?" She held up the stuffed animal.

I tried to jump off the couch to snatch it from her but someone held me down, making me thrash, I hated being touched.

"Enough." Her voice was strong and the man let me go.

I got up at yanked the bunny from her grasp.

"That was your sisters, right?" She asked me once I was sat back down.

"Yes." I answered simply.

"You loved your sister?" She asked me.

I tried to figure out why she was asking these questions but I answered, "Yes."

"What was she like? Can you tell me about her?" Her voice was soft and sweet, it reminded me of my own mothers voice before things went to shit.

No one had talked to me like that since I was in prison, I felt like she wasn't afraid and that she would actually listen, so I answered her, "She was kind, and sweet and innocent. She was the only thing I ever loved."

"And what happened to her?" Was she trying to make me say it, that my father had ruthlessly beaten her because he came home drunk like every other day?

"You know." Was all I said.

"But I want you to tell me." Her voice was still light.

"Why?" My grip was tightening on the bunny as everything from my past started to replay in my mind. My father touching me like a father shouldn't touch his son, my mother neglecting me, my sister being murdered, right in front of me.

"Namjoon, calm down." I heard the lady's sweet voice, but she sounded closer.

I looked up to see her right in front of me. She lightly touch my knee and I flinched away. She didn't try to touch me again. Smart.

"I'm sorry, maybe we should try this again some other time. These men are going to show you to you're room now." She said and stood up as the men grabbed me.

I tried to get out of their hold but I wasn't strong enough. I was eventually thrown in a room, much like the cell I had in prison.

I took a seat on the cot, staring at the bunny as I let my mind wander to the good memories with my sister. That was the only way I didn't go insane while I was locked up.

Even though she was gone, her memory was enough to keep me alive.

There wasn't much to do in the room, just like when I was in prison, except sometimes I got something to read like a book or magazine.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the door opening. The man that had taken me from the streets walked in.

"You weren't supposed to be brought in here, follow me, Namjoon." He said.

I thought about staying but decided I would follow him, what was the worst that could happen, it wasn't like I had anything to live for anymore.

"What's your name?" I asked as I followed him, two men followed us.

"Jeon." He answered and I suddenly remembered,my dad had gotten in debt with him and he showed up at our house one day, right before my dad could scar me further.

I didn't have any more questions so the rest of our walk was silent.

We walked through a hall with cells and a room with screams comig from it. I flinched away from it, being reminded to much of my past.

He led me up some stairs and into a room with a small kitchen and living room area and then three doors.

"This is where you are going to be staying Namjoon. These two men are going to come by every morning to take you to breakfast then to Dr. Williams, the women you met earlier. Did you like her or would you like someone else?" He asked, it was the first time in a long time someone asked for my opinion and sounded like they cared.

"She is fine." Was all I said.

"Okay, well your room is here and the bathroom is down the hall." He explained, studying me.

I nodded and he gave me another long look before telling me food was in the fridge and that I should get some sleep, even though they had drugged me.

I went into my room, took off my still damp clothes and laid down on the bed, which was the softest thing I had the privilege of laying on in a long time.

I didn't sleep, I rarely ever slept, my thoughts keeping me up.

And as I stayed up I couldn't help but think that maybe this was where my life got a little better, or worse, if that was even possible.