The Daughter of The Mafia | TaeGyu AU ✔

chapter 4

The sounds of heavy groans and laboured breathing echoed through the room. Blood was scattered everywhere on the floor as a middle-aged man lay on it curled into a ball, trying to protect himself from the kicks that were constantly thrown at him by his attacker, one that had been beating him for more than an hour now.

Beomgyu sat on the couch carelessly in the middle of the room, smoking a cigarette while looking down at his victim. Beomgyu watched calmly as his man beat up the male who was lying at the centre of the room with both of his hands held up, begging not to be hit again.

"Please...", he pleaded with tears streaming down his face, pleading and sobbing, as though his life was depending on this fight.

Beomgyu tossed the ashes into a nearby ashtray, before directing his gaze back to his victim. He stared at him through his red bangs with a malicious smile etched onto his face.

He stood up to walk closer to his victim and lifted him by his chin, causing him to look directly at him.

"Don't give up", Beomgyu said coldly and smirked as he raised his hand to press his cigarette on his victim's cheekbone, causing the man to scream in agony as the ashes burnt his skin, creating a big white scar on it.

Breathing heavily, he fell back onto the ground, crying and screaming in pain. "It hurts! It hurts!", he wailed and looked pleadingly at Beomgyu, who only shrugged as he threw the remains of his cigarette into the ashtray. "Please, don't do it... I'll do anything!"

"So you're telling me that you'll pay your debt if I let you go through this door now?", he asked, sparing a glance at the open door of a small house before directing his eyes back to his victim, who was still trembling in fear.

Beomgyu could practically feel his excitement growing inside of him, but tried his best not to show it too much.

The older man nodded frantically. "Anything!", he cried once more, this time even louder than before.

"Good choice", he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets before turning around and walking steadily over to the table to grab a glass of vodka and take some sips, gulping them down deliciously like some kind of hungry predator.

Beomgyu watched with a smirk as the man slowly rose to his feet. With shaky legs, the man stumbled towards the door, reaching out for the handle desperately. Once again, he turned around to beg Beomgyu not to hurt him anymore.

"I'm giving you a day. Make sure to transfer 10 million won into my account or I'll find you anywhere", Beomgyu warned the pathetic man, watching as his face became pale. He was clearly going to pass out soon.

His prey just nodded shakily before running off from the house, leaving Beomgyu to stand there alone with his man.

His man, Jiyong, stood in the corner silently with his head bowed respectfully as Beomgyu gazed through the window at the nature outside. His hair fell in front of his face, blocking his sight as he continued to smoke another cigarette, waiting patiently.

"You can leave", he said after a few moments and took another drag, exhaling the smoke from between his parted lips. He heard Jiyong shuffle backwards quickly before closing the door and walking out of the house, the sound of his shoes echoing softly across the wooden floor.

As soon as he was gone, Beomgyu threw the remains of the cigarette into an ashtray on top of the table and took off his jacket, revealing the black turtleneck shirt underneath which hid an orange leather belt tightly wrapped around his waist, along with a pair of tight black jeans that ended right above his ankle. There was something very sensual about wearing such tight clothing. It almost felt as if he was wearing nothing at all.