Vegas Ruby🥀 | Taennie ff |

Chapter 2

"Love is as strong as death, as hard as hell." 

― Andrew Davidson

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Taehyung

"I assume you will hold back during our meeting and not offend Vitiello," I said as Namjoon and I boarded the plane.

"I'm not a genius like you, but I'm no imbecile either. Don't worry, I know when to shut up."I nodded as I sank down into one of the comfortable leather seats.

Namjoon usually had a good handle on his emotions, unlike my brother.

"That Mino even agreed to meet us at all is a good sign."Namjoon sat in the seat across from me. "It might be, yes, or Mino wants to put a bullet in our heads."

"No," I said. "He won't risk war with the Camorra. Jungkook would attack, and he wouldn't do it with subtle tactics like Dante Cavallaro. He'd go to New York and go on a killing spree they haven't seen in the Familia before."

Namjoon smirked. "Yeah, he'd do that. But I hear Mino has gone on a few impressive killing sprees in the last few years to get the Familia under control and shut up the Brava. He and Jungkook are pretty similar when it comes down to it."

"To some extent, but Jungkook doesn't have a wife and children he needs to protect."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "Jungkook protects Suga and Jimin, and even you and me to some degree."

"That's different," I said.

Namjoon regarded me carefully. "You really think marrying is a good idea?"

"It's-"

"Don't say it's the logical choice," Namjoon muttered. "I want to know if you really think you can be with a woman like that. You are messed up, Taehyung. Not in the same way Jungkook is messed up, but still fucking messed up. Fuck, even I'm messed up, and it almost cost me Jihyo. And it's still fucking difficult sometimes to make this relationship work because I keep saying or doing things that unsettle her. And let's be real: I'm the fucking epitome of normalcy compared to you. Women aren't like us. They want their fucking knight in shining armor. They want roses and all that emotional shit. They want declarations of love. That's not something you're going to give your future wife. To be honest, I think most women would kill themselves within a few weeks of marrying you rather than live under a roof with all you Falcone fuckers."

"From what I know, arranged marriages aren't based on emotions.

They are based on tradition and rationality. A woman who's given to me in marriage knows what's expected. She'll know it's business. She's a chess piece. And I can assure you, I will prevent her from ending her life for as long as her survival is required for peace."

Namjoon sighed, touching his temple. "Maybe you should keep your thoughts to yourself as well. Most of the shit coming out of your mouth won't set anyone at ease, least of all a woman."

My muscles tensed when I pulled our rental car up in front of the abandoned Yonkers power plant. After we landed in New York, Romero had sent me a text saying that was where Mino would meet with us. The building was decrepit, and the area was deserted. A good place to torture and kill, I had to give that to Mino.