The Invincibles-KTH FF (BOOK II)

-THIRTY SEVEN-

"Looks like the Min cunt..."

Before Doyle's man could finish, a bullet went through his foot and Taehyung took a step forward, pulling me to his side as the man screamed. Guns went up, and out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Namjoon and Minho put Evelyn and Eunha in the car.

"She warned you." Taehyung sighed. I knew he didn't want this, but we sure as hell couldn't allow this to fly either. It was better to put a stop to it now.

"Enough," Old Man Doyle said, pushing off the bus. "Aren't you tired of putting bullets in your own kind, Kim?"

"Dongwoo killed himself like a coward." I said.

An amused Namjoon added, "It was a bullet though."

None of them found it funny. Old Man Doyle blew the smoke through his nose as his jaw tensed.

"Is that the lie you're all telling? Dongwo offed himself? You must think us the king of fools. Dongwoo was kin," he sneered at Taehyung , who shrugged.

"My kin. Not yours. The affairs amongst my family do not concern you," Taehyung said. "As my wife said, as my father said weeks ago; Dongwoo took his own life. I want to know why, and we think the Kangs holds the key to that. That is all. Point me in the right direction, keep your dogs on their leashes, and the Kim fortune will still flow through the town as it always has. Your wives don't want to bury their husbands and children, so step down and be the lesser but alive man."

He spit at the ground in front of us before turning back to his beat-up old bus, which Mr. Foucking was using for support.

"You have a week, Kim, and then we want you gone. Or else." They got into their cars, leaving us standing there among blood stained grass.

"Have you lost your fucking mind Y/N? What happened to charm?" Taehyung roared.

"Foucking Taehyung . Foucking we're in Ireland, try to fit in." I smiled before walking to the car.

Damn my feet hurt.

TAEHYUNG'S POV

I could feel my eyebrow twitching as I watched her walk away from me.

"I enjoy her when she's pregnant. She's absolutely hilarious." My father laughed, stepping up right beside me.

"Would you like a bullet through your foot as well?" I yelled, waving my gun at him. "It's like she's fucking high."

"Foucking, brother," Namjoon said, watching the men as they finished loading all our things. "You have to admit, she was charming. They may not have shown it, but they were all surprised by her, some lusted—"

"Finish that sentence and I will actually have to kill my kinsmen," I hissed, leaving them both laughing. I could see them both drunk off their asses for the rest of this trip.