A Kim Taehyung ff.
[Book 2]
"Nice to meet you, S."
The doctor and the Gangster lived their lives peacefully until the darkness begins to invade their life again.
Everything falls apart. The laughter turned into sobs...
The nightmare of the country...
I work in dark to serve the light... I am a blade in the crowd.
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⚠️This Chapter Contains strong violence. You can skip if you are uncomfortable.⚠️
"What a surprise?" one of the men mocked, a sneer twisting his lips. "The half-dead doctor has got some help."
"Shut up, Jihoon! She was expected here," another man rolled his eyes at his companion.
"Oh, yes! We're not letting her leave here alive," Jihoon chuckled, a sinister glint in his eyes.
Sri eyed the enemies like a hungry tigress, her heart pounding with a mix of fury and adrenaline. No way she would let the ones who had tried to harm her husband escape alive. She carefully placed Taehyung back on the ground, making sure he was out of harm's way before standing tall, her gaze never leaving her adversaries. "Jin, I'll make an opening for you. Take Tae to the car and wait for me. I'll be there in..." She counted the number of men, her expression steely. "...eight minutes." Jin pressed his lips together, his eyes filled with determination as he nodded in understanding.
The eight men chuckled at her words, some even finding her confidence amusing. "What are you blabbering about, woman?! It's impossible, even for the mighty S, to defeat each of us in one minute," one of them sneered.
Sri turned her dark gaze back to the group, a smirk curling her lips. "Who said I would kill each one of you in a minute?" She slipped her hands into her pants pocket, her fingers brushing against the cold steel of her weapons. "However, I'll start with you!" With a swift motion, she threw a dagger that struck the man squarely between his eyes. The expression of shock froze on his face as he fell backward, lifeless.
Before the others could react, she hurled two ninja blades, each hitting their marks—one piercing the heart of a man to her left, the other claiming the life of a man to her right. The sound of their bodies hitting the ground was sickening, a dull thud accompanied by a spray of blood that stained the grass.
"That's three of you in ten seconds," she taunted, a wicked smirk spreading across her face—the infamous smirk of S. She caught a glimpse of Seokjin, carrying Taehyung away from the chaos, using her swift attack to his advantage.
The remaining five men screamed in fury, their anger fueling their charge toward her. Sri bent low, dodging five blades that whistled past her head. With a swift sweep of her legs, she knocked the men surrounding her to the ground, their bodies colliding painfully with the earth.
Standing tall above them, she relished the power she exuded. "Remember your place next time. You're standing in front of the Queen of Mafias. I once ruled the underworld. Even your boss was probably one of my unnoticed minions back then." She clicked her tongue in pity, her voice dripping with disdain.
"Fuck you!" Jihoon spat, rising to his feet. His face was contorted with rage as he drew a knife, lunging at her with reckless abandon. Sri defended herself expertly, her instincts honed from years in the underworld. But she didn't notice another enemy rising behind her until it was too late.
