𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ||𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 ✔️

Chapter 24

Ignore the mistakes please 🤍
"The pink head" is Jimin and "The blonde" is taehyung.
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6 years later:

In the dying embers of the evening, a sleek black Rolls Royce glided to a stop, The quiet hum of its engine echoed through the silence, punctuating the stillness of the evening. From within emerged a figure cloaked in an aura of authority, His silhouette cutting a striking contrast against the fading light. His tailored suit exuding power and menace. With a predatory grace, he removed his sunglasses, revealing eyes as sharp and unforgiving as shards of ice.

The men surrounding the vehicle stood at attention, their muscles tense and ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. Their loyalty to their leader was absolute, forged through blood and fear. Without a word, He began striding purposefully towards the abandoned warehouse.

The abandoned warehouse echoed with the sound of his footsteps as he strode across the dusty floor, his expression as cold and unforgiving as the steel of a blade. Behind him, his loyal men stood in silent vigilance, their presence a silent warning to anyone foolish enough to cross their leader.

At the far end of the warehouse, a lone figure cowered in fear, his eyes widening in terror as the Leader approached. the man who had dared to betray him, sealing his own fate in the process.

"Mr Jeon," the man stammered, his voice trembling with fear. "I-I can explain. I swear, it was just a misunderstanding."

The leader's gaze hardened, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. "A misunderstanding? You dare to insult my intelligence with such feeble excuses?"

The man flinched, shrinking back as the leader loomed over him, his presence overwhelming. "Please, I'll make it right. I'll return what I took, with interest. Just spare me, please."

The leader's lips curled into a merciless smile, his eyes glinting with icy determination. "It's too late for apologies, too late for repentance. You made your choice when you decided to betray me. You've made a grave mistake."

The man's eyes widened in terror as the Leader approached, his every instinct screaming for him to flee. But there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from the wrath of the Black Dragon.

"Please, have mercy." He stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

But mercy was a luxury reserved for the weak, and the Leader was anything but weak. Without warning, His men closed in on the trembling man, their hands poised to strike. But before they could lay a finger on him, He raised a hand, halting their advance.

"No," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "This one is mine."

With a swift motion, he seized the man by the throat, his grip like iron as he dragged him to his feet. The fear in the man's eyes only fueled the Leader's rage, igniting a firestorm of vengeance that threatened to consume them both.

"You will learn," the Leader's voice was a menacing whisper, his breath hot against the man's ear. "That no one crosses the Black Dragon and lives to tell the tale."

With that, He slammed him onto the nearest table with a force that stole the man's breath. With a menacing glare, The leader tightened his grip around the man's throat, his fingers digging into flesh as he asserted his dominance.

"Bring me a knife," He commanded, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

Without hesitation, one of his men swiftly retrieved a knife from his belt and placed it in his outstretched hand. With steely determination, The leader forced the traitor's mouth open, his grip unyielding as he pried the man's jaws apart. The traitor's muffled cries fell upon deaf ears as the leader gripped his tongue, pulling it out with a merciless motion.