What happens when an assassin from the most feared family marries into the most feared mafia organization?
Important TW: violence, smut, strong language, and other mature themes
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Two men sat in the middle of the room, tied to handcuffs on wooden chairs. The room smelled of blood, sweat and other bodily fluids.
Namjoon walked over to the two men and slapped their faces, waking them up. He stood back watching them spur awake.
"Hey. Sleepy. Both of you. Answer my questions and maybe I don't beat you to a pulp." Namjoon said.
They scoffed. Namjoon looked ticked. He walked over and making a hand into a fist and punched them both in the jaw.
"I wasn't joking." Namjoon squeezed his hand.
"Fine." One of them caved. "What do you want to know."
"Well for starters. Why was Mason Telluride going around saying he was Thyme Oberwall?"
"Cover. Duh. Thyme is a force of nature. We can't have everyone knowing who or where he is."
Namjoon grabbed his jaw with his hand and squeezed. He pulled his face forward.
"Don't try to act smart." Namjoon pulled open his mouth and stretched it wide.
The man screamed in pain. His tongue flailing, saliva drooling. Namjoon kept stretching until he got tired of it. He let go and unbuttoned the cuffs on his shirt and the first two buttons on his shirt, loosening up.
"Okay. Then where is he? Where is your boss?" Jin asked.
The man chuckled. "Wouldn't you like to know."
Namjoon pulled the gun out and shot him in the foot. He screamed out in pain. "Don't make me shoot the other foot. Answer the question,"
"Milan. He was moved to Milan."
Namjoon looked at Jin and he made the call to Jungkook giving him an update.
"Where specifically?" Namjoon shot his other foot.
"A small house in Meda!" He exclaimed. He told the address. Jin asked if Jungkook heard and when he did, they hung up.
Jin left the cell to leave Namjoon to his element.
Namjoon pulled out a lighter from the nearby table and when it lit, he held it up to the man's hands and just watched his hand burn. The other man watched.
"Missing the fun?" Namjoon chuckled. He found an old wound on the man that didn't properly heal and applied pressure. The man screamed. He shot them both either in the feet or the shoulders. In the blood, Namjoon added pressure watching them scream. He got off on it. There was a bottle of bleach in the corner. Namjoon went and got it, unscrewing the cap and pouring just the right amount to get the right level of sting on their fresh holes in their bodies.
"W-Who are- ARGHHHHHHHH!" The men exploded with pain. The bleach seeping into their wounds, burning their skins. Namjoon lit a match with the lighter and let it fall onto their feet wounds. Their feet caught on fire letting it burn for a few minutes.
"Who am I? Who am I? Is that what you're asking?" Namjoon stood up. "Ever heard of the Bravia?"
The men shuddered. "Oh shit."
Namjoon laughed loudly. "The Bravia is back bitches."
He wiped his hands on his pants, transferring the blood off and walked out the door.
"No you can't leave us here!" They yelled crying in pain as the door closed behind Namjoon.
Jin looked at him. Namjoon looked over, giving him a look.
"The Bravia is back." Jin grinned. "Oh J-Hope is going to love this!"
Namjoon smiled. He had missed doing this. The release he got. It had been on pause for a few years and after so long of keeping it down, he finally let it out. Maybe he went overboard, but it felt good. And they got their information.
Jungkook and Jimin hit the ground running, going to the address Jin supplied. They busted through the door and quickly took out the security men. Terrible waste of money. They took way too long to get their guns. Jimin put a bullet in three of them before any of them could grab a weapon. And Jungkook put a bullet in two. They cleared the first floor, making sure no one was missed, then moved up to the second floor. Four bullets, one for each man that came at them. After clearing that floor, they went upstairs to the last floor of house. There was a closed door and loud music coming out of. Jungkook and Jimin looked at each other and busted into the room, pointing their guns.
"What the fuck." Jungkook cleared the room.
"No one is here."
"I can see that. But why?"
Jimin sighed. "Were we played?"
"No no. There were security guards here. He must have just fled." Jungkook replied. Jimin kicked the chair.
"When will we get this jackass."
Jungkook sighed. "This guy likes to mess with us and I'm sick and tired of being behind him. How did he get tipped off."
"And that fast."
Jungkook sighed. They had so many questions and no answers. The biggest thing they wanted was for Thyme to be taken out so that they could then easily eradicate the Oberwall cells. Thyme definitely is was a cleaver man if he can outrun the Bravia undetected.
Jimin called Jin to give him an update.
JM: Bad luck here. He escaped.
Jin put the phone on speaker phone.
Jin: Great. This isn't good.
NJ: Okay lets all regroup back home. We'll figure something out there and try again.
