"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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If you obey all the rules. You miss all the fun. ~ Katharine Hepburn
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"You can forget about it," Marcella said sternly staring up at Jimin momentarily before turning back to her computer screen and ignoring his existence completely.
She was sitting at her desk, on the father's corner from all the other hackers in the 7K building, working on her algorithms and making her mandatory monitoring of the prison GD resided in when the Spy Master had walked up to her and demanded something that she would never allow. This was her side project, he had no right interfering with and not only was he trying to get his hands on something that didn't belong to him in the first place, he was also putting them all in danger.
"Marcella," Taehyung who came along with him said in a warning tone. "That wasn't a request."
"I don't care," she said perhaps a little too loudly, glaring at the brown haired underboss. "I said it's too risky. I'm not doing it."
"This is not up for discussion," Jimin insisted, using his angry tone. "I gave you a direct order, you will do what I tell you to do!"
"I will not, this will expose our location to them-" she started but was interrupted.
"I think I told you to follow orders, I've been doing this for a long time and I know-" Jimin was interrupted by an angry Marcella.
"I don't give a rat's ass what you think you know, this is my logistic, this is my program and I've been working on it for over half a decade now, however great you think you are, if you think you know its limits better than me YOU ARE WRONG!"
They had everyone's attention now and for the first time in awhile Marcella couldn't care less.
"Using this logistic the way you want to, will not only expose our location, but it'll also put the lives of everyone in this room in danger," He took a threatening step forward, she stood up, blocking his way. "Back off Jimin! This is the last warning I will give you!"
Marcella didn't cower under his threatening glare. The room was silent, everyone seemed to be holding their breaths, waiting for the response the Prince of Bangtan would give her. He wasn't talking, he was breathing angrily, jaw clenched harder than his fists as if trying very hard not to punch her.
"You dare disobey me?" He growled.
"I'm merely stopping you from making a huge mistake," she insisted.
"What the hell is going on here?" she heard a familiar voice come from above. She didn't turn around to see who it was, but she could hear him descending the stairs from his high tower as she mockingly called it.
"Nonthing, Marcella was about to follow my instructions," Jimin said staring her down pointedly.
"Ugh, no she was not," she growled back through greeted teeth, her eyes never leaving his.
