"Give me your permission to touch you inappropriately", he replied without any hesitation, his eyes still piercing my soul.
"Every secret your beautiful body hides... I promise I will discover it all one day ".
"You know you're the one who breaks th...
The sound of the Mafia man's shoes walking calmly and dignified echoes around the gloomy place.
Everyone stands in their designated place, with their heads bowed, always firm in respect for their leader.
The Mafia boss finally enters the torture cellar, hands in his pockets, wearing his formal suit coming straight from a business dinner, with a dark aura, a coldness that infects everyone around him.
He looks first at Taehyung who also looks wild. Taehyung who also glances at the men tied to the chairs, their poor state telling of the intensity of the torture they have been subjected to throughout the day.
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"Any results?", Jungkook's voice was calm.
"Not yet", Taehyung grunted, his frustration barely contained.
Without a moment's hesitation, Jungkook extended his hand, and one of his men instantly placed a gun in his palm.
The movement was fluid, almost rehearsed, as if violence was second nature. In a flash, he aimed at the men tied before them, pulling the trigger with deadly precision.
The gunshots rang out in rapid succession, each one echoing ominously through the darkened cellar, signaling the abrupt end of lives. It was as if the very air grew heavier, laden with the scent of death.
The suddenness of Jungkook's action sent a ripple of fear through the gloomy place. Even the most hardened among his men felt a cold shiver down their spines.
His dark eyes burned with a ferocity that could rival the flames of a volcano, as though he was ready to unleash his wrath upon the world without a second thought.
"Boss... why kill them before we could squeeze more out of them?... they might've been useful", Jimin questioned from behind, his tone cautious.
Despite their long friendship, Jimin and Taehyung, operating under Jungkook's command in the mafia, always addressed him as "boss" during work.
"If they were willing to say anything, they would've spilled it by now... I'm not wasting time on worthless scum", Jungkook replied.
Jimin's eyes widened in shock, but Taehyung remained unfazed, as if he had anticipated this outcome all along.
"Taehyung, clean up the mess", Jungkook ordered curtly, turning on his heel, his jaw tightly clenched, fists balled in silent fury.
These were no ordinary men-they were rapists, psychos, pedophiles, soulless monsters sent by Lay Zhang.
