He enjoyed the sound of drowning. He enjoyed knowing that his boot heel could end this man's life just as much as the silver chopsticks in the back of his black jeans pocket.
Death was an art form for Min Yoongi, his placeholder in this world, his resume written in faces on posters and pictures in headlines.
But in his twisted mind, he was a master of his world, a king and a boss, the bringer of anything he wanted when the price was right.
But he always connected with Myun Li. Maybe he reminded him of the father figure he never had or of a face that should've saved him when he was younger.
Yoongi had languished in children's homes in Korea. He was abandoned by drug-dealing father on the steps of a local food store, and the owner found him.
But love was something Yoongi never really knew. He knew pain. He knew that pain seemed to get you somewhere, and people took notice of pain, and you could inflict pain in exchange for currency.
The world had never done Yoongi any favours, it had even marked his face, forever showing the world who he was rather than being an anonymous menace and it meant those police bastards who hounded him for years would always know it was him.
He was quiet about how it happened, perhaps he didn't want to allude to being bested once, or maybe he had done it to himself in a vague attempt to remove the bad itch in him, but then he decided he actually liked it.
But London was now the playground and another assignment was at hand...to find the bitch that loved Namjoon, Myun-Li's illegitimate son, and Yoongi would always smirk at that thought, how could Namjoon have survived as long as he did, Mistakes should never get that far.
And of course, there was the new seed of hope, the rumour of a child, the child of Namjoon and some whore that somehow got away and by the cowards of Valiant managed to escape.
This child was Myun-Li's legacy and maybe Yoongi, in a desperate attempt to rewrite his past convinced himself he could acquire the child and give it the life he saw Jungkook have from a distance.
But Valiant were annoyingly one step ahead on this, not much to go on, and the police force in Korea where becoming harder to corrupt following crackdowns and people that couldn't be bought.
But the British Police....now that was new territory.
'You have to speak louder you little bitch ....I can't hear you!' Yoongi barked at the man on the ground, who had Yoongi's boot heel in his neck in the water.
'I said Officer Marshall....speak the fuck you pussy and stop drinking the Thames......it's disgusting ' Yoongi spat as he twisted his heel and let the man emerge his face from the water just as he was about to run out of oxygen.
'I'm fucking trying.....you fucking psycho'! Officer Andrew Marshall spluttered as he rolled over onto his back and coughed trying to clear his lungs.
'Not hard enough you fucking Pussy!' Yoongi said inspecting the nails on his hand as he pulled a cigarette from a packet in his inner jacket, his eyes glinting like a cat who had found a rat right where he wanted it.
'I am trying to find information but you haven't given me a lot of information to go on, I don't even know this bitche's full name, just that it is Kat ....that could be fucking anything, Katherine, Katie, fuck that might not even be the slapper's name!' The officer coughed as he tried to prop his body up off the floor on his elbows but tried to not anger the killer in front of him.
'My boss...he has the money...you will have the money...we will all get paid ...and this woman will pay for what she did...I mean she is a killer...and don't you cops in this oddly dark before 9 pm country like catching the bad guys ....or girls in this case' Yoongi questioned.
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In Waves -Book 3
FanfictionYou need to have read Book 1 Paradox and Book 2 Embers for this all to make sense. It had been years since Katalina's life had changed and she saw what love did to her life. Now a few years in the future, Kat navigates her families life and how you...
