Park Jimin Daring Wife || PJM ✔️ (COMPLETE)

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The room turned deadly still. Not a single sound could be heard. The temperature dropped and the air turned chilly. A frigid and emotionless look was on Park Jimin's face. None of the people knew what their Boss was thinking and quite frankly, everyone was too scared to speak up. They could only hold their breath and wait for his next command.

Jang Sejoon looked at the dead body, a small pout on his face. His toy was ruined now.

That's fine, Big Boss will bring me another one!

After what felt like a decade of silence but was, in reality, just a few seconds, Park Jimin's somber voice spoke up. "Clean this mess." He walked out of the room, closely followed by Jang Sejoon.

"Yes, Sir!" His men replied as they hurried to fulfill his order.

Seung Woo was furiously typing away on the computer, attempting to finish the report when the door slammed open. He jumped in fright and turned around to see a stoic Boss. Uh-oh...The calmer he was, the angrier he was. This wasn't a storm anymore, it was a typhoon!

He hurriedly stood up, nervously gulping. "Boss-"

"Where's the report?"

Seung Woo nearly cried inside. He was only halfway done with it! Why did the investigation end so quickly?! "It's not complete yet..." When Park Jimin's soul-piercing eyes landed on him, he panicked. "I just need ten more minutes and I'll be done soon!"

"Nevermind the report. We're heading to their base." Park Jimin wasn't in the mood to sit here and read papers. He'll personally visit Silver Crown.

Wordlessly, he walked out of the door, Seung Woo hurriedly chasing after him.

Park Jimin got into the car and told Hyung Min the location.

Hyung Min nervously glanced at his Boss, noticing the lack of people accompanying them to Silver Crown. He knew Seung Woo and that crazy Jang Sejoon were accompanying them, but that's it? Silver Crown might've been a mediocre clan, but with only three subordinates, he was worried for his Boss's safety.

Not daring to speak up, he could only press the gas. Park Jimin grabbed his phone, sent out a message, and then placed it down shortly after.

- - - - -

In an enormous room were several men with a silver tattoo on one of their wrists. There was loud chatter everyone. Alcohol was being passed around and frequently, there was the sound of people clicking glass with each other. The air was heavy with cigarette smoke, burning liquor, cheap perfume, and sweat.

Loud music boomed in the background as curvy and willowy women danced on poles, their hourglass-shaped bodies perfectly swaying to the beat of the song. A few other women were securely sitting in the laps of burly men, trying their best to satisfy their every whim and wishes. Dressed in outfits that left little to the imagination, it wasn't hard to guess what they were.

"Boss, I heard the mission two weeks ago was a failure."

"Bah! So what if it's a failure? We still got our money!" The chubby man with an enormous beer belly laughed. He had a thick cigar hanging from the side of his mouth and his two arms were both securely wrapped around the tiny waists of ladies the same age as his daughter.

"Man, that bastard sure had a thick wallet. He cashed out two million like it was nothing." Someone else spoke up, gesturing to the enormous stack of money on the table. Whoever commissioned them was surely new at handling these type of businesses. Who gives out the full payment without knowing if the operation was going to be successful or not?

"It's always the rich f*cks who are crazy." The boss, Seok Gwan Dong, commented, taking a long drag from his cigar and then blowing it into the faces of the women by his side, who tried their best to not cringe back.