Mafia's Love✔️

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Hoseok stared at Namjoon in disbelief, his eyes widening as he took in the gravity of the situation. “Namjoon, are you saying that these are the brothers you want to hunt down?” His voice quivered slightly, a mix of shock and hurt evident in his tone. The implication of Namjoon’s words seemed almost too overwhelming to process. They were on the brink of confronting their former allies, individuals who had once been as close as brothers to them.

Namjoon’s gaze was intense, his face a mask of cold determination. “Yes, Hoseok. These are the ones.” His voice was firm, each word carrying the weight of years of betrayal and loss. “Did you forget our brotherhood?” Hoseok continued, his disbelief mingling with a deep sense of betrayal. The notion of facing off against their former comrades was nearly inconceivable.

Namjoon’s expression hardened as he spoke, his voice tinged with a bitterness that spoke of long-simmering pain. “Brotherhood? That concept was lost to us the moment Min Yoongi and his cousin Jin chose to betray us.” His eyes, once warm with the trust he had placed in them, now reflected the harshness of his realization. Jin and Yoongi had been more than just allies; they had been partners and friends, their bond forged through countless shared experiences and mutual trust. The pain of their betrayal cut deeper than he could have ever anticipated.

The memories flooded back—how Jin and Yoongi had been part of his inner circle, their loyalty once unquestionable. They had worked side by side, their bond seemingly unbreakable. However, everything had changed abruptly. It had been reported that Jin and Yoongi were dead, casualties of a secret mission that had been conducted without Namjoon’s knowledge. For months, Namjoon had grappled with the grief and guilt of their supposed deaths. The weight of their loss had been unbearable, each day marked by the torment of not knowing the full truth behind their demise.

The revelation that the individuals responsible for the repeated ambushes on his shipments were none other than Jin and Yoongi was a crushing blow. The realization that the two people he had trusted the most had turned against him, orchestrating a covert and ruthless campaign against him, was almost too painful to bear. It was not just a betrayal of trust but a profound personal affront that left him reeling.

As he looked at the figures before him, the truth of their treachery was laid bare. The brothers he had once considered irreplaceable allies had become the very source of his suffering. It was a cruel twist of fate, one that left him grappling with the stark reality of their actions. The sense of betrayal was not just emotional but deeply personal, touching every facet of his life and his operations.

The confrontation ahead was not merely a fight; it was the culmination of years of unresolved anger and heartbreak. Namjoon had to reconcile with the fact that those he had once called brothers had become his enemies.

Namjoon’s voice was laced with frustration and desperation as he confronted Hoseok. “They didn’t hesitate to try to kill me by capturing Y/N,” he said. “So why should we hesitate to strike back?” His tone was sharp, each word emphasizing the intensity of his emotions.

The revelation had hit Hoseok like a ton of bricks, leaving him struggling to reconcile the enormity of it with the person he thought he knew. Hoseok’s mind was in turmoil. For years, he had followed Namjoon, witnessing firsthand the man’s unyielding stance against deceit and treachery.

Hoseok’s eyes darted between Namjoon and the two figures he once considered brothers. “This must be a misunderstanding, right?” He implored, his voice cracking with desperation. He turned to Jin, hoping against hope that Jin would offer a denial.

Jin’s silence was a damning response. The other man spoke up, his voice cold and devoid of any hint of their past friendship. “Do you not see the truth, Hoseok?” He sneered. “We did ambush you and tried to kill your boss.” His words struck Hoseok with brutal force. He stumbled back, reeling from the impact.