Family [BTS mafia ff]

Special 3 | Errands

"Who put this man in control of the union?" I scoffed while reading over a ledger given to me by Yoongi. "He's clearly laundering all the union money... that sly bastard."

"Want me to bring him in?" Yoongi arched a brow, and I nodded while holding back the rise of anger in me.

Soon enough, a scruffy looking man was thrown into the room, and I picked up the closest object next to me, a half-drunken beer can, and threw it at the man with full force. He flinched before abruptly dropping to his knees. Yoongi closed the door behind him with a click and watched as the man rubbed his palms together frantically, begging for forgiveness.

I approached the kneeling man, his plea for forgiveness drowning out the hissing noise of the beer escaping the can. I clenched my jaw before pulling him up slightly by the collar of his shirt.

"Kim Dongjo, do you think you're some kind of mafia man? Did the thought of being the leader of the Highcon Union make you feel like you were a capo or something?" I laughed before kicking Dongjo's stomach, causing him to fall back.

He quickly scrambled back to his knees, and I turned my head the other way to avoid looking at that pitiful sight. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I'll pay you back, please don't kill me!" Dongjo begged and I clicked my tongue.

"You bastard, do you know how much you spent? Did you think I wouldn't know you were laundering all the money that should be sitting in my palms right now?" I muttered spitefully before inclining my head at Yoongi. He pulled out a pistol from his blazer and pointed the muzzle at the man's head. I watched in amusement as Dongjo kicked his legs around helplessly with his eyes bulging out in fear.

"Stop it please, I beg you!" He yelled and Yoongi drove the muzzle further into the man's head. "Shut the dirty mouth of yours unless you want me to shoot." Yoongi spat as furrowed lines etched deep in his forehead. Almost immediately, Dongjo became silent, and I picked up the ledger Yoongi had given me earlier before tossing the sheet towards him.

"Do you know what you deserve?" I questioned Dongjo, who looked up from the ledger and shook his head quickly.

"Three shots, each one on a different limb. One for stealing all the money, one for thinking you could get away from Bangtan and another for pissing me off." I scoffed. I glanced over at Yoongi who gave me a firm nod before dragging out the eyesore from my office. I counted down half a minute before three beautiful gun shots echoed out from behind the building. Dongjo's cries for mercy came to a halt and I could only assume Yoongi knocked him out clean.

Although the main issue for my troubles was dead, Bangtan's money was still missing. I slammed my fist against the desk and ran my fingers through my hair. From the ledger Yoongi handed me, it seemed that most of the money was given to a company called Travesent.

"Have you ever heard of a company called Travesent?" I asked Yoongi as he walked through the doors while holstering his pistol.

"Never heard of it, but I can ask Hoseok to look into it. He might know where it's located and then I can go pay a visit." Yoongi muttered as he sunk further into the chair opposite me.

"Right, make a copy of the ledger for Hoseok and get back to me when you find out anything." I replied while handing Yoongi the papers. He immediately took off to find Hoseok while I decided to make my way home to my family.

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"Honey, I'm back." I called out while locking the front door behind me. A smile touched my lips as Jimin strolled into the foyer.

"How was your day, Princess?" He spoke softly before placing a light kiss on my forehead.

"Stressful, Dongjo fucked us over with the union funds." I groaned while recalling the huge sum of money still missing from our hands.
Highcon Union was the trade union for the workers of Highcon Construction, a company that we had gained control over.
This allowed Bangtan to exploit the union's resources, control the distribution of benefits and contracts to our advantage and launder our money, gained illegally, by channeling it through the union. But it seemed that Highcon was no longer trustworthy.