Mafia's Pious Addiction|| KTH FF📕

✿ Ep 6: Yearing heart

|A tale of love and faith|

He was standing there, breath heaving as if the air had abandoned his lungs. His eyes burned__fierce, wild__like flames were boiling behind them.

Taehyung stood tall, legs slightly apart, shoulders squared. His broad figure radiated dominance, power, and fury. In front of him knelt his enemy, trembling. Around them, silence reigned__the kind of silence only found in abandoned places, where not even a bird dares to flap its wings.

His men stood behind him in sharp black suits, motionless. Among them, Jungkook remained one step back__never daring to stand on equal ground with him.

In Taehyung's right hand, a gun gleamed coldly. His left hand, however, dripped thick, red blood__not his own, but someone else's. It slid off his fingers, one drop at a time, staining the earth beneath. But no one flinched. They were all too used to this.

Except the man on the ground. He wasn't.

The man was on his knees, barely breathing, his face a grotesque mess. Twenty teeth shattered inside his mouth, one eye swollen shut, a deep bruise spreading like rot across his cheek. He had been tortured to the edge of death__and now, all he wished for was the end.

But Taehyung never granted easy deaths.

The man's broken body crept forward, and with a trembling arm, he gripped Taehyung's ankle. He lowered his head, resting it on the toe of Taehyung's shoe__begging.

"I'll never do it again... please, don't kill me," he gasped. "I'm ashamed... p-please... I can't breathe..."

His voice was muffled, distorted by pain and blood, but Taehyung understood every word.

He just didn't care.

With clenched teeth, he kicked him__hard__the same foot the man was holding. The body flew seven feet back, crashing with a painful growl.

"People like you," Taehyung snarled, "don't deserve easy deaths. I'm not done yet."

His voice was thunder__loud, terrifying, enough to shake the soul. His eyes were bloodshot, but not from pain. From rage. And in front of him, covered by a white cloth, lay the lifeless body of a girl.

That sight made his blood boil again.

It reminded him of his mother__Soraya__the woman whose cries still haunted his dreams. She had been brutally wronged by a man whose face he still didn't know... but he would find him. That was the only reason he hadn't buried himself alive with her.

He looked back at the broken man. Slowly, he raised the gun__not to shoot, just to see fear explode in the man's eyes. He smirked as the trembling grew worse.

"Take him," he ordered coldly, "and burn every part of his body... slowly. Make him feel it__make his soul scream before it leaves."

His men moved without hesitation. When Taehyung gave an order, it was law.

The broken man tried to crawl backward, but his limbs betrayed him. He shook__not from the cold, but from the fear of the devil standing before him.

And tonight, he would be added to the list. The fifteenth rapist Taehyung had personally executed.

As they dragged the man away, Taehyung watched__unblinking, unmoved__a cruel satisfaction flickering in his gaze.

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"Eomma, what's going on? Who's coming tonight?" Haya asked, glancing at Min-A and Daaliya, who only shrugged while chopping vegetables.

She scanned the kitchen__the counter was packed with dishes, far more than usual. Her brows furrowed. Min-A dipped a spoon into the soup, tasted it with her finger, and Haya stared in disbelief.