Mrs. Sodol || KNJ✅

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- Namjoon's POV -

The others will be making their way up here any minute. I'll have to start getting ready.

I pulled myself away from Soyeon and tucked her back into the bed. Even when this girl is sleeping, she's not at peace. But this is the best you're going to get out of her. I got changed, cut off the TV, loaded my gun, and went out to the living room.

The seven of us came up together. And they all look at me. Not many people have seen us or even know our real names. So here is some background.

Seokjin: Surgeon. His parents are  leaders of the Kim mob, who get their product from me. They work in private practice with his twin sister Joohyun, a psychiatrist, both of them working in their father's clinic. But their mother however, owns another hotel about ten blocks from Legacy called The Marbella. Doesn't have a street name because unless told by me, he doesn't do anything illegal. His only job is to treat our injured men on the ground floor.

Yoongi: Owns a convenience store on the east, already discussed. Has a "roommate", Jooeun I think. He's in charge of keeping track of the washed money. Fucking crazy, brutal, and impulsive. Street name: Suga.

Hoseok: Kind of impulsive but not out of control. Co-head of security at Elite. Arms dealer. Has a fucking kink for guns. He has a storage garage filled with his fucking collection. Street name: Bala

Jimin: Yoongi's best friend. Also crazy and impulsive. Owns a couple buildings but barely participates in his work unless he feels like it. He's my distributor. Actually had a pretty good life before moving to Sodol. After that things fell apart for him, then he found Yoongi who brought him to me.

Taehyung: A former Black op with a very bad lust for blood. Currently is co-head of security at Elite with Hoseok. Seriously damaged. Not impulsive, but quick to take orders like a soldier. With his help, authorities stay clear, and bodies don't get found. If he didn't work for me, he probably would've ended up like Richard Ramirez, minus the satanism. Has the most dreaded street name: V.

Jungkook: Head of security at Legacy. He manages my branch of personal muscles that we call The Cavalry, funded by Seokjin's dad, they provide protection for all our establishments. Legacy, Elite, The Marbella, Kim's Clinic, and Yoongi's store. Street name: JK.

Jungkook and Taehyung arrived first, carrying four duffel bags each. I pushed the coffee table out of the way for them to drop the bags on the floor.

Jungkook: Fuck. I need a drink.

Me: Help yourself.

Jungkook: There was a million of them. Like a fucking video game.

Taehyung: But we got everything, Boss.

Me: Good. Did you count?

Taehyung: A mil. Maybe more.

Me: Good.

Jungkook: Why'd we have to do this shit?

The elevator dinged, Jin and Hoseok coming in with their loads of bags too, dropping it in with Jungkook's and Taehyung's. Jin went straight for my liquor, whining when it went down, and poured another one.

Hoseok: Jin? You good buddy?

Seokjin: No, I'm not fucking good. I almost got shot.

Hoseok: But you didn't.

Seokjin: That was fucking dangerous, Namjoon.

Me: Jin. Friend, look at me.

Seokjin: What?