PREGNANT by my GAY BF {WATTY2022}

Part 68

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Hoseok's POV
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"Get the fuck up" I mumble looking down at his body that he threw on the floor. With me missing his head by centimeters, on purpose, I want to say it's because of Levian on why I spared him his worthless shit of a life. What can I say? I'm falling for her.

"You know you fucked up right?" I question placing my gun back into my waistband but digging inside my pocket to pull out my cell phone, sending a quick message

"I'm - I'm sorry" he whispers out with Levian sitting next to his figure on floor while she has her arms wrapped around her brother's head. I know in her mind she was about to lose her brother and truth is, if I never cared about her, I would have definitely unleashed all the bullets in my gun into his body, while she watched

"I don't want to hear that shit" I say finally making eye contact with him still on the floor "But there are consequences for what you did. I hope you know that" hearing the door open, I watch his scared reaction to 3 of my men that are now walking into the room. I see they received my message. They then, stand next to me waiting for my orders.

"Boss?" one man says which makes me beckon my head towards Jungkook on the floor. Seeing them look at him, they walk over to him trying their hardest to ply Levian's arms and hands off of him without hurting her the same time ignoring her loud screams and pleads to leave him alone. But she was no match to my big muscular 6 foot 7 men. Walking pass me with a Jungkook fighting in their arms, they disappear out the room but I keep my eyes on a broken Levian

"Hoseok. Don't let them hurt him. Please. He didn't mean for this to happen" she stands up walking over to me but I ignore what she says "Hoseok..."

"This line of work is dangerous - Levian" I say cutting her off "And I'm a very dangerous man. I'm worse than Mr. King. No. I do not sex traffic but yes, I do hang out with sex traffickers, along with murderers and kidnappers. I even help them escape. I killed many people and I'm not proud of it. Well, sometimes I am. Some of them deserve to die. But you have to understand why I am very upset at the moment. If it gets out to anyone that I helped people escape or anyone that's in the process of escaping, they, as in potential escapee's and mobsters that come to me to help someone they know to escape, will question my line of work. I would lose the trust I developed with them. Many people come to me with bags of money wanting to disappear or fall off the map and - I don't need your fucking brother messing with my business. This is my money he is messing with. My life on the line" I say the last parts through gritted teeth

"But Hoseok..."

"Next time he's catching bullets in his skull with you or with you not there" giving her piercing eyes which makes her shake under my stare. I want her to know I'm serious about my words "I spared him for you. You should be thanking me"

"Hoseok..."

"Levian" I say her name, getting annoyed

"What will they do to him?" she asks but I only give her an evil smirk

"Beat his ass. He needs a good ass whooping for what he did. Don't you think?"

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Laying with my back against the couch, I slowly open my eyes hearing shuffling from around the corner. And now being face to face with a battered up Jungkook, my men throw him at my feet. He's coughing while struggling to breathe with a swollen face and blood dripping from ever hole from his face. Looking at my watch, I see that an hour and a half went by from the time my men took him away from me. They sure did do a beating on him. He doesn't even look the same.