𝑨 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍, 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏-𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔.
❝The allure of having you in my arms is akin to the temptation of having you on your kn...
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JEON JEONGGUK'S P.O.V
21/09/2024 Saturday Acropolis serenity club
Kill. Kill. Kill
Just fucking Kill every creature. —
My subconscious roars at me as I sit here, eyes locked on the humorless man across from me. He's gazing at me with his lustrous, greasy stare, two chicks draped over him, their hands all over his disgusting body. The ugly hag lets out a booming laugh. "Oh, Mr. Jeon, it's such a pleasure to work with you. I'm 100% sure your weapons will be shipped to your domain tomorrow, right on time," he says, his belly shaking with each laugh.
This shit is annoying.
I roll my eyes and nod, gesturing toward Jimin, who looks as though he's been forced to swallow something rotten. His face is scrunched up in disgust, which makes me smirk. As if he doesn't get chicks all over him every night. "You really wanna deal with this guy?" he grits out, his voice thick with revulsion.
"Have to. He's got easy access to weapon transport routes," I mutter, clamping down on my Marlboro Gold Beyond cigarette and inhaling the expensive toxins into my lungs. Smoking kills—but I kill more brutally.
"As you say, boss. No point in arguing," he shrugs, setting down two suitcases stuffed with Kuwaiti dinar—the world's most expensive currency—right in front of the greedy hag. His demand disgusts me, but it benefits him, and unfortunately, I need him.
. .
We drove back—back to that heaven-like hell, the echoes of my heart clenching painfully in my chest, drowning in an abyss of darkness. My predatory mind, the Machiavellian thoughts brewing within, churned relentlessly. It's 7:30 in the morning, and my emotions are already volatile, ebbing dangerously close to the surface. Jimin dropped me off, tired from the day. We had dealt with so many bastards that I'd lost count. Should I just kill every piece of shit that comes my way? My mind itches with the temptation of blood on my hands.
