Jungkook
Jennie's been gone for a total of six hours, and as much as I try to work, try not to think about her, I can't.
The more I think about her on a job the more aggravated I become. I know when she seduces a client it's not real, but they don't, they think they have a right to her for a few minutes, and even though she kills them for their troubles, it's not enough.
My phone rings, tearing me from my thoughts. The screen flashes showing a south American number. I pick it up.
"Yeah."
"Jungkook, I have some information that might l interest you." Rafael.
"And what is this information going to cost me?"
He laughs. "Consider it a favor to a friend."
We're definitely not friends.
"I hear that you are acquainted with the mad Russian's favorite pet."
I grit my teeth. "What about her?"
He pauses and draws a long breath. "I have heard she's very pretty, much like her sister. It would be a shame for her to meet her end."
How the fuck does he know that Soojin is Jennie's sister? No one knows that she even has a sister apart from me, her and Soojin, but of course he has. There's no telling what information the bastard would try and pry from her.
I say nothing because in this situation words are dangerous.
He huffs another laugh. "Five million dollars is a lot of money."
"Five million dollars for what?" I snap.
"The price on her pretty little head of course. I hear the Los Zetas sent their best sicario for her. He's in Miami now. I wonder if the angel of death is as good as they say."
"This favor of yours, is there a price tag on it?" I ask.
"Just remember it." He tsks. In other words, he'll call it in at some point. "Tick tock, Jungkook. Run capo, run capo, run, run, run." He sings before laughing and hanging up.
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Kill Me Or Kiss Me? (JenKook)
RomanceJ͟͟͟͞͞͞e͟͟͟͞͞͞n͟͟͟͞͞͞n͟͟͟͞͞͞i͟͟͟͞͞͞e͟͟͟͞͞͞. To many, I am a myth. The 'Kiss of Death', a hired killer, revered by some of the greatest criminal organisations in the world. Trained by the bratva themselves, without conscience, without mercy. The per...
