Kill Me Or Kiss Me? (JenKook)

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Jungkook

Marco is already here when I arrive. He sits at the table, a smoking cigar in an ashtray in front of him. He's in his mid-forties, and his dark hair is streaked with grey. Marco is one of those guys in the mafia without an official role, yet influential. He's involved in our legitimate businesses, has the ear of Arnaldo...that kind of shit.

The mob consists of made men, soldiers, and the capo controls the soldiers. There are two New York capos and I'm one of them. I manage the family's interests, ensure that the people who pay us are protected, managed the influx of drugs and weapons in and out of my area of the city. Or at least that's what most people think.

The men I've invited to this meeting, the men I want dead, they're the ones who see me for what I really am.

I'm someone who can't be put in a box and neatly labelled. What I want goes beyond that. I want power. Absolute power. I will kill whomever I need to, buy the ones I can't and destroy anyone and anything who gets in my way. They see it and it rattles them. As it should.

They supported Eunwoo because he was an idiot and idiots are easily controlled.

The key to control is to ensure that the people in charge, the people with the supposed power never really have any.

Eunwoo may have been the capo but politics are politics, and even the fucking president has to answer to those beneath him. I don't. I won't, and they see it.

It almost seems a shame to kill the few astute men in my organization, but if they're not allies then they're enemies and a wise enemy makes for an ominous one. Their position makes them disposable, and I'm in need of cannon fodder.

"Jungkook." Marco stands, holding his arms out to the side to embrace me, but it's also an invitation to check him for weapons.

I embrace him and he kisses both my cheeks, smiling wide like I'm his best fucking friend. I keep it brief, eyeing the two men he brought with him. He's not carrying but I can guarantee they are. Yoongi shifts behind me, and I can tell he's thinking the same thing.

A few seconds later, Bernardo Caro and Gabrielle Lama walk in. Bernardo is the other New York capo and Gabrielle is his savage right-hand with way too much power for my liking. As I said, Bernardo might be the one with the face and title, but it's Gabrielle who actually holds the respect and the power in their area.

Bernardo embraces me as Marco did, but Gabrielle is just an enforcer, so he lingers behind. The three of us take a seat at the table and one of Marco's guys moves away to a small bar in the corner. A few seconds later, whisky glasses appear in front of us.

"È un peccato che tu non ci abbia invitato a parlare prima. {It is a shame you have not invited us to talk sooner.}" Marco says in our native language.

This is at the heart of his issue, the fact that as the new capo I didn't conform to the bullshit customs of paying respect to this fucker. I did it deliberately. If I wanted to make new friends I'd throw a fucking tea party. I'm much more partial to a bloodbath.

Of course, to win any game, you need someone to play against.

Marco, Bernardo and Gabrielle are merely opposing pawns. Their presence is necessary in order for me to cross the board and take the king. And take him, I will.

As soon as everyone sits, it starts.

I'm staring straight at Marco when the glass window behind him smashes.

Two quick fire shots.

His eyes go wide and he falls face down on the table. I barely have a second to catch up before Bernardo goes down, too. Shots are fired inside the room, and bodies hit the floor simultaneously.

And then, silence.

Yoongi stands with his gun raised, having shot Marco's guards.

A low gurgled groan sounds from the other side of the table, and I approach Gabrielle where he lies on the floor, clutching a bullet wound in his abdomen. He glares up at me, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

"You have no honor." He hisses.

I smile. "Honor is for people who have a fucking line. I don't." I lift my gun and fire one shot at his head.

It's done.