"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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Isabella's men wasted no time in putting on the provided bulletproof jackets, recognizing the importance of protection in the upcoming encounter. In contrast, Taehyung's men focused primarily on readying their weapons, their preparations reflecting a different set of priorities. Isabella, noticing the disparity between the two groups, turned to Max and urgently asked for extra jackets, emphasizing the need for additional protection. Max swiftly responded, retrieving the requested jackets and distributing them among Taehyung's men.
Taehyung's men initially hesitated as they looked at the jackets, unsure of their necessity cause wearing bulletproof jackets wasn't part of their typical operations, reserved for rare situations only. However, upon receiving a stern look from Taehyung, they quickly put on the jackets without hesitation.
Taehyung leaned in closer to his walkie-talkie, his voice barely above a whisper as he communicated with his men. "Follow her every command like you follow mine," he instructed, his words carrying a subtle yet unwavering directive. The implication was clear - Isabella's instructions were to be followed just as diligently and promptly as his own. The men on the other end of the walkie-talkie acknowledged the directive with determined nods.
Isabella's gaze fixed on Taehyung, even in her anger her concern evident as she noticed that he lacked a bulletproof jacket. Without wasting a moment, she located an extra jacket and hurriedly made her way toward him. In a quiet yet determined gesture, she extended the jacket, silently urging him to put it on. Their eyes met briefly.
Isabella stood before him, her eyes meeting his as he raised his brows in question. "Why aren't you wearing a bulletproof jacket?" Taehyung's words echoed through the air, his concern evident in his voice.
Without a moment's hesitation, Isabella responded firmly, her determination unwavering. "We both know I don't need it."
Taehyung's eyes darkened, his gaze fixating intently on Isabella. His voice took on a firm edge as he uttered a direct command, "Better you wear one," he asserted, the words carrying a weight of urgency.
Isabella's surprise was evident as she processed his sudden shift in tone and demeanor, her own determination surfacing in her response. "There was only one," she explained, emphasizing the limited availability of the protective gear. "You need this more than me," she added.
Taehyung's eyes narrowed in confusion, caught off guard by her directness."I'm mafia," she stated, her identity and association serving as a reminder of her familiarity with such situations. "I'm used to these, not you," she added, emphasizing the stark contrast between their backgrounds and experiences. Isabella firmly asserted, "Now, don't argue," leaving him with little room to challenge her decision.
Despite his momentary frustration, Taehyung couldn't help but find himself admiring Isabella's fiery spirit. In his mind, he thought, "The feistier she is!" He begrudgingly accepted the necessity of wearing the jacket. From her perspective, he was just a regular CEO.
