Stuffing a hand in his pocket, he tilted his head. Biting the corner of his lip, he took a thorough overview of her body before looking back at her teary honey orbs.
She felt chills, watching that obnoxious deadliness in his oceanic orbs. He started...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
●●●●●●●
A sly grin formed on the guy's face as he twirled the blue paperweight, patiently waiting for the phone call with the news. Just as expected, his phone buzzed, and he couldn't help but widen his smirk when he saw the caller ID. He reached out and answered the call, putting it to his ear.
"Did you do your job?" he asked in a rough, authoritative tone.
"Sir, we were almost successful, but..." The voice on the other end paused, causing the guy to furrow his brow.
"But?" he questioned.
"We don't know how that Alex found out about the route we took. He blocked our path and attacked us. Almost half of our men died, but somehow, we managed to escape. But he caught the driver," the voice explained.
"Did you bring her with you?"
"No..."
Upon hearing the response, the guy abruptly ended the call and angrily threw his phone across the room. He clenched his jaw and slammed his fist on the desk as he stood up.
"Take it easy. We just wanted to give him the taste of his own medicine. He should realize that he also has a weakness now," Another voice chimed in as the guy glanced up and saw the person lounging in a chair, swinging back and forth in a relaxed manner.
"Do you think he'll suspect us?"
"You... he might suspect you. Or someone else who he has crossed paths with by marrying her. He's got enemies on his tail. But he'd never suspect me as long as I keep up the 'good father' act," the other man stated, twirling a pen between his fingers. The other person couldn't help but smirk in response to his words.
"But... " The guy started speaking,
"I wanted to see fear in Kim Taehyung's eyes after capturing her,"
"Reaching her again won't be as easy as we think. He will be on high alert from now on." He uttered, with a clenched jaw, and slammed his palms on the table again.
The other man stopped swinging and glanced at him, a mischievous grin forming on his face.
"Relax, just wait. We'll wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. And when we do, it'll be fun!" He stated and chuckled wickedly.
___________________
A cold bead of sweat was rolling down his temple. His restless oceanic dark eyes were blazing ferociously, fixed on the road. His palms were clutching the steering wheel tightly as his car moved at an abrupt speed. Ruthlessness and barbarity were circulating his entire presence. But deep inside, his heart was racing in fear, and his mind was in turmoil. He had been feeling this way since morning, but he ignored it at first. He shouldn't have left her.
