I pace the penthouse living room, glancing at the clock every few minutes. Jungkook called this meeting with his captains, and I insisted on attending. He wasn’t thrilled about it, but he agreed after I reminded him of his promise to teach me about the business, even if he started pulling back when he found out I was pregnant. With months to go before delivery, I have plenty of time to understand everything. And after pointing out that a meeting in our penthouse was hardly dangerous, he finally gave in.

The elevator dings, and Racy strides in, her blond hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. She raises an eyebrow when she sees me. “Y/N. Didn’t expect to see you here. Thought you were done playing Mafia game.”