✔️Mafia's Lover, Enemy's Prey

17. WhiteWolves

The room was silent, the only sound of Rain pounded against the windows, a constant reminder of the storm brewing outside. The illumination coming from a single flickering bulb overhead, casting long shadows over the six figures tied to their chairs. Jungkook, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yeonjun sat in silence, their hands bound, faces etched with resignation. They all knew today was the last day of their lives.

At the center of the room stood Kai, wiping down his gun with the kind of care one might show to their most prized possession. The soft cloth glided over the sleek metal, making it gleam in the dim light. Kai, dressed head-to-toe in black, looked like the embodiment of danger. His blonde hair, tousled slightly, hung over his sharp features, giving him an ethereal yet intimidating presence. Despite his youth, there was a maturity in his eyes, a coldness that made it clear he was not to be underestimated. His black attire clung to his lean frame, exuding both menace and precision, as if he had planned every move up to this moment. He moved with a dangerous calm, his every gesture deliberate, as though the gun in his hand was merely an extension of himself.

"Good last day, everybody," Kai said, his voice cold, a cruel smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He continued to polish his weapon, now gleaming under the faint light. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of his captives with the same indifferent detachment one might give to cattle before slaughter.

The door creaked open, and everyone's attention shifted. WhiteWolf entered, his presence commanding and dangerous. Despite the softness of the pastel pink three-piece suit he wore, a sharp contrast to the grim situation, there was nothing gentle about the aura he exuded. The white shirt beneath the coat was crisp, but the black gun resting against his waist stole attention, a dark promise against the innocent hue of his outfit. He moved with the lethal grace of a predator, each step measured. Behind him, five masked men followed, all in black suits with white shirts, except for one who was dressed entirely in black, his face hidden like the others, Yoongi tagged along with him.

As soon as he entered, Kai bowed a little with respect.

Jungkook seated in one corner, his lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smile as he spotted WhiteWolf entering the room. Even though their situation was dire, there was a flicker of something in his chest.
Hope, perhaps.

He couldn't tear his gaze away, despite knowing the odds. Taehyung, seated another corner, clenched his fists, furrowing his brows in an attempt to hold back the tears threatening to spill. He avoided looking at WhiteWolf altogether, terrified that meeting his gaze would break the fragile composure he was desperately trying to maintain.

Jungkook broke the tense silence. "Jin," he called softly, his voice carrying a plea. "One request... please let the others go. They have nothing to do with the murder, I swear. Please trust me. They won't reveal your secrets."

Kai's laugh cut through the room like a knife. "It's already too late," he said, taking a step closer to Jungkook, his gun still in hand. "You're in no position to make requests, JK. So, shut up." His voice dripped with mockery as he turned and walked away again, wiping his gun one last time.

He stopped in the middle if room again, turning back to face Jungkook. "Now, I will talk, and you will listen, JK," Kai said, emphasizing Jungkook's nickname with a sinister smirk. He rested one leg on a small stool, settling into a comfortable stance as though about to tell a story at leisure.

Jungkook's gaze locked onto Kai's, his expression unreadable. There was no fear in his eyes, only cold defiance.

"As you've already seen, WhiteWolves, and most of the Howlers... You're a threat to us. But before you all die, I figured I would give you the satisfaction of knowing the whole truth." Kai's voice was eerily calm, each word measured and purposeful.