Hello lovelies!

Welcome to the sequel to Daughter of the Mob! If you haven't read it yet you should go back and read it FIRST! Otherwise this book may be a bit confusing!

The updates on this book will be SLOW. I've got a ton on my plate at this moment, so I will write when I can!

Thank you to everyone who supported the first book! I hope you all enjoy this one!

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Dallas' POV

It had been so long since I had seen my hometown, I didn't know so many things could change about a place in just 4 years. To me, it seemed as if hardly any time had passed at all since I had left. The city told me otherwise. The lights of the city emitted a warm glow but the weather disagreed. It was transitioning into the fall, almost exactly like when I left.

I kept my pace swift as I walked down the street, a familiar sign stopped me though. This was the coffee shop Jungkook and I sat in just 4 years prior. I thought about him often. Namjoon, whom contacted me once every few months, had kept me up to date on Jungkook's life. He was a police officer now, just like his dad. He was rising up through the ranks quickly. He'd gotten awarded several times, which wasn't surprising. He was always the best at what he put his mind to. I was proud of him. He led a good and honest life. Rumor was, though, that he was still battling Boss Yang.

My father... that was why I had returned. I hadn't spent the last 4 years just laying around and moping about my traitorous family, oh no, I was planning my revenge. I was training my skills. I got on with the best freelance assassins in Japan, where I'd fled to, and they were more than happy to train me. Everyone loves a good story about vengeance, assassins were no exception. I was better, quicker, deadlier, and I wasn't going to hold back this time.

Heavy footsteps had approached me and came to stand beside me. The person in question had changed a lot themselves since the last time we'd met face to face. His hair was blonde and he switched his dark and dangerous style to a more reserved one. He looked smart, he looked like a man. The only thing that hadn't changed was his smile. How I missed that smile.

"Welcome back," he greeted. I smiled back at him, my precious Joonie, and engulfed him in a hug.

"I missed you," I choked. Tears were threatening to spill over my eyelids and down my cheeks. He pulled back and rested a hand on the side of my face, stroking my cheek gently with his thumb. He kept a soft smile on his face and his eyes were sparkling. Namjoon was the only person I still had in my life. He was my lifeline.

"I missed you too Dallas," he answered me. He wrapped his large arm around my shoulder and led me away quietly. I cuddled into his side to try and hide from the cold but the small breeze was enough to leave me shivering.

"The weather is almost as cold as my heart," I joked. He chuckled lightly but I could tell he didn't think it was that funny. His arm pulled me closer into his body.

"What will you do now that you're back?" He questioned. I turned to look at the cars passing us as we walked and sighed heavily.

"I've worked really hard to get where I am Joon... I'm not going to let anyone stop me. He won't win," I told him. He let out a sigh of his own.

"I get that Dallas, but is this the best way to go? You could always change your name, meet back up with Jungkook, get married, have some kids... all the things that normal people want," he suggested. I couldn't help but scoff.

"I am not a coward. I am going to end this once and for all. He will pay for what he did to me. Besides, didn't you say Jungkook was dating someone?" I reminded him. This fact broke my heart but I was trying to keep my voice even. I shouldn't have expected him to wait for me, hell he didn't even know I was alive yet. It's not fair of me to expect that from him.

"They broke up," he said. I stopped and turned to face him seriously.

"Why?" I had to know. According to Namjoon this was the fifth relationship that ended abruptly between Jungkook and some girl. He never dated long.

"He refused to get rid of the picture he had of you in his wallet," he answered me truthfully. My heart thumped hard in my chest.

"But... why?" Apparently I didn't know any other words besides 'why' right now. Namjoon sighed and stared at the people walking around us.

"She said if he couldn't let you go already he wasn't ready to be in a relationship and he told her he'd never let you go, so he ended it. He hasn't taken that picture out since the day after your funeral," he confessed. My heart was doing somersaults. My feelings for Jungkook hadn't lessened in the years I'd been gone. Honestly, they'd grown... if that was even possible.

"I think... I think I need to go see him," I said more to myself than him. He shrugged all the same.

"Okay, we'll go tomorrow," he said while walking off. I didn't move.

"No," he stopped and turned to look back at me, "I need to see him now..."

Hello! Here's chapter one of the sequel to Daughter of the Mob! I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know! And of you haven't read Daughter of the Mob yet go back and read it FIRST! Thanks lovelies 3