Kill Me Or Kiss Me? (JenKook)

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Jennie

One of his men moves, and I yank a gun from the back of my jeans and point it at his head. "I will shoot your worthless, sack of shit ass where you stand." I say, deceptively calmly.

Rafael rubs his jaw and raises his eyebrows, glancing at Jungkook. "She always like this?"

Jungkook shrugs one shoulder before shifting to stand beside me. "They're here to help." He says to me.

I glare at Rafael, meanwhile the guy in front of my gun shifts slightly. "Loco puta. {Crazy bitch.}" He mumbles. I pistol-whip him across the bridge of his nose without taking my eyes off Rafael. The guy staggers back, clutching his now broken nose.

Jungkook clears his throat to cover a laugh.

"You lost my sister." I say through gritted teeth.

Rafael sighs and swipes a hand over his face. "Do not think that I take this lightly. The Russians killed four of my men." There's an edge to him, something dangerously unhinged, and usually I'd take note of it, but today, I'd sooner just kill him.

"I don't give a fuck about your men! You promised me she was safe with you."

Jungkook promised me and I hate that he did because now I can't take his word.

"She was heavily guarded and in one of my houses that only my closest men know about."

"Well then, it looks like one of your closest men is a rat, Rafael." I growl, glaring at the men standing beside him.

I never should have left her with other people. I may put her in danger, but I'm careful, Jungkook is careful. He keeps only his most loyal close. None of Jungkook's men would have sold her out, but outsiders can easily be bought, and Nicholai has a lot to offer as payment.

"One of the men who died was my brother." One of the guys behind him says as though I give a shit.

"I don't care. If I were you, my only concern would be the fact that my sister is gone." I glance at the guy who spoke. "Do you know who I am?" I ask quietly.

He glares back at me. I step around Rafael and stand toe to toe with the man. "If I don't get her back, I'm going to come to Mexico and end your entire fucking cartel."

"Okay.." Jungkook wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me back against his chest. "They came to help."

I shrug away from him and pace the length of the room. I can feel their eyes on me, watching to see what I'll do next. I feel like I'm hanging by a thread, my emotions swinging like a pendulum. I'm this close to snapping, but I won't do it on front of these men. I leave the foyer and go into the darkened living room, moving to the window.

I need to think, but my mind is this foggy swarm of emotions and nothing is clear.

I don't trust them.

They must have a rat?

Or what if they don't? What if Nicholai paid Rafael for Soojin and this is all just a set up?

I press my hand to my stomach and squeeze my eyes shut.

A floorboard creaks behind me. I know it's Jungkook without looking. His lips skim over my shoulder and I lean back against him. The touch that once left me so conflicted now feels like the only real thing in my life. And, in the midst. of complete chaos, he's the only one I can rely on.

I trust no one, except him.

"We need help, jugeum." His arms wrap themselves around my waist.

My fingertips trace over the length of his forearm and grip his wrist, twisting my head to the side. "What if they're working with him? We can't trust them."