{ 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃
A 19 year old college girl; Armani comes across one of Korea's most known mafia men, Park Jimin. Hes also a single father at the age of 22. Some may say he's an angel, maybe even a dark angel. Soon, all his secrets will unravel fo...
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Jimin's POV:
I sighed, tossing a knife around in my hand as I walked back and forth in front of a certain man that was tied up in a black chair.
Yuta.
One of my guards caught him and his men spying on our base, and now he was sitting in a chair tied up looking like a complete dumbass.
"You know Yuta, this makes you look like a complete dumbass for thinking you could just walk on our property with such ease? Might as well go join the circus or some shit", I mumbled, with a smirk on my face.
Yuta just rolled his eyes at me, blood on the side of mouth and some dripping from his nose considering I had been punching him in the last hour or so.
I heard the door opened, seeing the boys walk in. I told them to have a gun strapped to them just in case things got out of hand.
"Pleasure to see you again, brothers", he greeted, I wanted to punch that bloody smile right off his face.
"We're not your brothers, Yuta. Your lucky we haven't shot your brains out yet", Yoongi threatened, his face stern. Yuta knew they weren't his brothers, he always did after betraying them. But, it was his sneaky way of getting under their cold skin.
"Come on, cute me some slack. I had to keep eyes on you assholes somehow. Even Kookie's little girlfriend", Yuta said with a cocky wink towards Jungkook.
"Go near her and I'll kill you", Kook replied, his hand sitting on his gun lazily as a warning that sat on his hip. The duality change in the youngest surprised his hyungs, but they weren't complaining. He had to grow some balls at some point.
"Damn, when did the little maknae become so tough?", Yuta chuckled. "Don't test him, he means what he says", Namjoon warned. Yuta scoffed, backing off with obedience.
"Listen Yuta it's very simple, you tell us why your keeping tabs on us and we'll consider letting you go. But until then, your gonna sit there with your hands tied", I explained, the same knife still in his grip. He knew exactly what he would do with it if Yuta didn't consider the first option.
"You won't get one word out of me, I'm not scared of some pathetic sick fuck like you", Yuta spat, no fear seen in his body.
"Okay then", I sighed, looking at Jungkook as if giving him a signal. The younger nodded, pulling out his gun and shooting Yuta right in the arm. He screamed in pain, breathing hard through the pain. If he wasn't scared before, he was terrified now.
"Now", I began, rolling up my sleeves and bringing the knife to his throat. "Do you wanna talk? Or do you wanna die sitting in a bloody seat?".
