The Invincibles-KTH FF (BOOK II)

-FORTY SEVEN-

She was right. If it was quality cocaine, then dropping the temperature would cause it to become moist, chunky, and lose its strength.

"Minho, I'm sure you saw?" she said into the phone before going quiet. "All right, Taehyung and I will watch from here."

Ari handed me a tablet with a live feed of inside the factory. I watched as my father strode in with Namjoon beside him. It looked as though they were alone, but we all knew better. Rowoon and his men couldn't see the guns above them.

"Mr. Kim, I'm happy you chose a place without pens," Rowoon said to Namjoon. He didn't smile, instead walked over to one of the fish, pulled a knife and stabbed it, ripping open its skin. Packages of white powder spilled out.

"Pens?" I asked.

"Brother and sister bonding." She smiled, watching the screen carefully.

My father tasted a bit off of his finger before looking to Namjoon. Their faces were cold, blank...evil.

Namjoon glanced over all the fish. "Where did you get this, Rowoon?"

"Looks like it's real." If it wasn't, I'm sure Namjoon would have been gutting him.

"I respect eh, Kim, in fact, I'm scared of eh, however, I can't give up my people. You can understand that, right?"

"No," he replied.

"Minho," Y/N stated, still on the phone, "accept it and make sure he sells it off. If he does, we will let his supplier slip for now."

She glanced at me and I nodded, turning off the feed. "Have a sample brought to us."

She repeated it to my father before hanging up.

"Eight million worth of coke easily turns on the street. He could cheat us," I told her.

"He could and then we'll staple pens into his arm. For now, we go home and deal with the politicians."

"Great. Dinner with more people trying to steal my hard earned money."

Y/N'S POV

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I screamed into the mirror of my closet, causing Taehyung to walk in like an erotic angel from hell. He wore his white pants, shirt and blazer flawlessly, while I, on the other hand, was ready to flip out.

"What's wrong?" he asked stupidly, pulling a loose thread from his blazer.

"'What's wrong?'" I repeated, nostrils flaring, "What is fucking wrong, is THIS!"

I turned around to show him the zipper that had broken less than halfway up my back. I had never, ever in my life not been able to wear any of my clothes!