"Bound by a reckless mistake, he found himself irresistibly addicted to her-craving her like a thirst that couldn't be quenched, an insatiable desire entwining their fates."
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Content Warning: This chapter includes sensitive scenes depicting murder, threats, and abuse.
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Gangsta - Kehlani
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Jungkook's POV
I step into the dimly lit room, my gang trailing behind me. Footsteps echo in the tense air as we approach the center.
Guided by one of my loyal men, I take a deliberate seat in front of a bound figure, his face a mix of defiance and fear, his muffled attempts at speech stifled by the tape across his mouth.
I cross my legs and fix my gaze upon him before leaning in and pulling the tape off. He gasps, inhaling the sharp tang of freedom.
With my elbows resting on my knees and my hands intertwined, I gaze coldly at the man. "Who sent you?" I ask, my tone ice-cold. I give him an opportunity to cooperate, a chance to speak the truth before the shadows deepen.
Fear courses through the man, making him tremble, but he remains silent. One of my men behind me moves to intervene, but I raise my hand to halt him.
I allow a faint smile to curve my lips as I meet the man's terrified gaze and lean in even closer. "I won't ask twice," I whisper threateningly.
But silence persists, an unyielding barrier between us. I exhale slowly, a calculated release of patience, and extend my hand, palm up, beckoning for the weapon lying within easy reach.
The man's panic intensifies, and he screams for help, a sight that I find strangely satisfying. Amidst his cries, I break into cruel laughter.
"Your family is next," I taunt callously. I raise the weapon, my resolve unshaken, my aim unwavering.
*BANG!*
The room is filled with a deafening gunshot, and the man's blood splatters across my face and clothes.
Wordlessly, a cloth is extended, and I accept it with a nod of gratitude. Disgusted, I cleanse the gruesome evidence from my skin, each motion precise and purposeful.
"Dispose of the body properly," I order as I rise from the chair, ready to exit the room. The distant sound of my men's footsteps follows me.
