THE BACKSTORY
It all started 2 years back
It was dark already, I took a glance at my watch to check the time and to my horror, it was even more late than I expected it to be. It's 2 a.m. It took me a little longer than I expected to finish up my assignment at my office.
I locked the office and took out my phone to call my driver. But it doesn't seem like a good deed to disturb someone this late, so I decided to walk back home.
Soon I felt like I had some company, due to the bad lighting I couldn't make out who was I being followed by.
But being a coward I broke into a sprint.
Panting in fear and exertion, I continued to push myself to my limit, hoping and praying for some blessed, living soul to walk out and help me.
My answer came not how I expected, in the form of a broad chest that I smashed into while checking behind for my pursuers.
"hey," a rough voice murmurs "Are you okay?"
Oh, no.
No
I prayed for a living soul but not this one.
It was Hinata. One of the most fearsome members of the renowned mafia group Yakuzas, otheriwse known as "Bloods & Sins".
"huh, yeah I'm great" I tried to brush off the panic, casually drawing away from him and avoiding his concerned gaze as if I don't have a care in the world. But, in reality, my fear had only been heightened. "Sorry to worry you, have a nice night."
"Hey!" I start to walk away, but he grabbed my shoulder. "are you sure you're, okay? HIKARI right? I can walk you home..."
It's deceitful, his voice and there was something in it that tried to coax me to his will.
Let me take you home. You will be safe with me.
Solidarity with a stalker on the loose, or being escorted by an assassin?
I'd choose option one.
"I'm really fine" I repeat, shrugging out of his hold. Well, I would've shrugged out of his hold but he wouldn't let me.
"Let me walk you home," The brown-haired man said again, but this time his silky, charismatic voice was underlined with steel.
His grasp on my shoulder tightened, and he steered me down the street.
In the wrong direction.
"My apartment isn't this way," I say quickly as I try to wiggle out of his hold. There was a thin veil of politeness covering the obvious tension in the conversation. "Let go!"
"Sorry Hikari, but orders are orders," Hinata muttered his large, strong hand grasped my shoulder hard enough to make me yelp.
Spinning around, I tried twisting his hand off of me but he simply let go and then grabbed me by the arm, solidifying the strength of his hold.
Up the road, there was a vehicle heading down my way
Flag it down, my mind told me instantly, but my gut said I might not want to grab its attention.
Hinata wasn't worried about it; he was staring at the dull black van as it rolled forward, anticipating its arrival.
Crap, if I get a chance to get away, I've gotta take it, before I'm shoved into the creeper van.
I don't know what the Yakuzas want from me, but I'm sure they won't be too kind about getting it. That scared the shit out of me.
The van finally reached me, screeching to a stop on the road in front of where I and Hinata stood.
This might be my only chance when they're trying to get me in.
I have to try and make an escape.
But, as the door slid open and revealed the van's interior, my plans of escaping went flying out of the window.
Inside there was a man sitting on the floorboard.
Long legs cladded in black denim were spread open, braced on the floor of the van and they ended in black leather boots.
His hair was glossy black and his jawline was straight and square.
One hand resting on the van's seat and the other was holding a gun, with its shiny black barrel pointing in my face.
"Get in the van, HIKARI," said Oikawa while gritting his teeth "we've got some work for you"
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