PREGNANT by my GAY BF {WATTY2022}

Part 70

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Hoseok's POV
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"Where are the other girls Mr. King?" I stare at him from across the room as I lean on the wall. The cops made the visit a conjugal visit, giving us the privacy, I asked for. But not that kind of privacy that you think. I don't roll that way. I support my cousin with him being gay and everything, but it could never be me.  So now with my arms folded, and my legs crossed over each other by the ankles, I wait for him to answer my question. But instead, I only get a laugh out of him. I'm not surprised

"What other girls? I already freed every last bitch you told me to free"

"Now, Mr. King, why would you lie to me. I was sitting right next to a close associate of mine when you - decided to phone him from this - very - jail" he looks at me "He had you on speaker and you told him everything. He's my kidnapper, Mr. King. But - you - wanted him to go somewhere and meet with a close friend of yours to finish a trade that you never got to finish" I then shake my head "You - told me - you freed every last woman and child in your sex trade, but I see you lied to me" I glare at him "10-year olds. 7-year olds. 3-year olds are still missing. Where the - FUCK - are they?" I feel myself growing upset which makes him roll his eyes

"You want the fucking truth then fine; I'm not going to tell you shit" he says with a mug on his face "I paid good money for those underaged girls, who aren't those ages anymore. I'm pretty sure a few of them are celebrating their 15th birthday right now as we speak, considering I have been locked up for 5 years" he gives me a crooked smile

"So - your just fine with selling these young girls to grown ass men that is most likely being raped - by these fuck faces?" I question which makes him shrug his shoulders not caring. So, looking down, I nod to myself as I unfold my arms and dig my hand into my right pocket. And now looking back at him, I slide on my spiked brass knuckles, forming a fist in my hand 

This is why I needed a private room. I'm about to fuck him up

"Where are the other girls - Mr. King?" I ask him the same question in the same calm tone while adjusting the brass knuckles, letting him know this will be the last time I'm asking him this question and after that there will be consequences if he doesn't tell me

"I'm - not - telling - you" he breaks his words down "My men are doing a great job with them. Already sold hundreds of those girls and I'm not going to let you ruin -" getting cut off with my fist flying straight to his face, his head flies back with chunks of skin and flesh going in all directions of the room along with his blood spreading over the walls and myself. Getting knocked off from the chair he was sitting in, one hit was all it took for him to scream in agony. The whole time he was talking, I was slowly making my way over to him getting more and more fed up with his face that his mouth kept moving from

"Are you ready to talk?" I ask through gritted teeth as I tower over his body

"I'm - not - telling you - shit" he spits out blood from his mouth to my feet. So, kicking him in his sides, he lets out grunting noises as I continue to do that a few more times

"Tell me" I say finally stopping my kicks a minute later

"No" he says sounding out of breath and groaning in pain as he rolls around on the floor "Fuck you"

"Fuck me?" I raise my eyebrows "No. Fuck you" I climb on top of him and start punching him in the face "I can do this all day" I say with my hand still flying to face seeing his skin being torn open in a few spots which only brings that evil smirk on my lips

I love my job

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Y/N's POV
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2 months later
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