She is wild

𝙈𝙞𝙣-𝙝𝙤

Finishing the last of my drink, I set the tumbler down with a deliberate clink. The amber liquid swirls, leaving a faint residue that mirrors the darkness in my soul. My gaze sweeps the dimly lit room, taking in the mahogany paneling, the leather-bound books lining the shelves, and the antique clock ticking away the seconds. But it’s not the opulence that commands my attention; it’s the power that emanates from every corner.

Straightening my jacket, I mutter, “Let’s go.”

As I step out of my lavish mansion, flanked by Dae-jung and Uncle Jin, the day air clings to my skin like a lover’s desperate grip. Byung-ho, my lead bodyguard, strides ahead, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. Like Dae-jung, he’s one of my best men—a loyal sentinel who would take a bullet for me without hesitation. But loyalty has its price, and Byung-ho’s wife, Eunji, pays it in her own way. A damn good hacker, she operates in the clandestine world of zeros and ones, her nimble fingers dancing across keyboards to protect our secrets.

Uncle Jin slips into the backseat of the sleek SUV, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. He’s the strategist—the puppet master pulling the strings from behind the scenes. Byung-ho slides in behind the wheel, his knuckles white against the leather. Dae-jung takes the seat next to him, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. We’re a symphony of danger, each note resonating with the promise of violence.

“To the club?” Byung-ho’s voice is a low rumble, the engine growling to life as we pull away from the mansion. His question is unnecessary; we all know the destination. The club—a front for my true operations—awaits us. Beneath its neon-lit exterior lies a labyrinth of secrets. Offices built into the very foundation, where we handle the dirty work—the blood-soaked contracts, the whispered threats, the bodies left in the wake of power struggles.

My mother, the matriarch, despises bloodshed. She prefers her properties pristine, free from the crimson stain of violence. So, she allots this club to us—the place where we torture, kill, and store our weapons. A necessary evil, she calls it. But it’s more than that. It’s our sanctuary, our fortress. Here, we fix deals and unwind, our laughter echoing off the concrete walls. And when the night wears thin, my men retreat to its depths, seeking solace in the darkness.

When we arrive, Byung-ho parks the SUV in the narrow alley behind the club. I shove the door open, the night swallowing me whole. The main entrance looms ahead—a portal to another realm. As I step over the threshold, the bass throb of music envelops me. The line of people snakes down the side of the building, their eyes hungry, their desperation palpable. They wait for their turn to enter the exclusive establishment, unaware of the true purpose that pulses within these walls.

I ignore them all, my senses attuned to danger. The bouncer nods, recognizing me. He knows better than to ask questions. I descend the stairs, the air thick with cigarette smoke and secrets. My men are already there—some huddled in deep conversation, others checking their weapons. Their loyalty is unwavering, their lives bound to mine. When I speak, they listen.

“Is everyone ready?” My voice cuts through the haze, and all eyes turn to me. The room holds its breath, waiting for my command.

“Yes, boss.” The affirmation ripples through the ranks—a chorus of obedience, of shared purpose.

Glancing at Dae-jung, I gesture for him to proceed. His eyes flicker with a mix of determination and apprehension. We’ve tread this path before—the razor’s edge between life and death. But tonight, the stakes are higher, the shadows deeper.

Dae-jung takes a step forward, then lifts his chin as he sucks in a deep breath of air. His voice, usually steady, wavers slightly. “The mission is clear,” he begins, his gaze sweeping over the assembled men. “We’ll wait for Uncle Jin’s signal, and then we’ll enter the premises. Everyone knows their positions—kill only those who are armed.”

His words hang in the air, a silent pact forged in blood. Hyun-wook, the elusive target, must be kept alive. His secrets are our currency, and tonight, we’ll extract every last coin.

Dae-jung runs through the plan again, ensuring every man understands how the attack will be carried out. The choreography of violence—the synchronized dance of death—is etched into our bones. We’ve rehearsed it a hundred times, but tonight, the stage is real, the audience unforgiving.

“I think everyone is ready,” Uncle Jin interjects, his voice a low rasp. He’s seen too much, carried too many burdens. “So let’s get this over with. Your mother wants all of us home tonight. She’s planning a birthday party for Hana—tomorrow is her birthday.” His gaze lingers on me, a silent plea. Family matters, even in our twisted world.

“Ok, let’s go,” I command. We leave the club through the back entrance, the alley swallowing us whole. The line of SUVs awaits, engines humming like caged beasts. This maneuver—a sleight of hand—keeps the law at bay. Security footage will show us entering the club but not leaving. A calculated risk, but one I’m willing to take. Uncle Namjoon’s wisdom echoes in my mind: “Think before you act.” He’s the smartest among us, the chess master who sees the board three moves ahead.

When we reach the premises, I disable all the security gadgets. The cameras blink out, their all-seeing eyes shuttered. I don’t want the footage of this attack playing in tomorrow’s morning news report. Our sins are best kept in the shadows.

“Uncle Jin and I are going in,” I announce over the wireless. The earpieces crackle with acknowledgment. “Dae-jung will come with us, and Byung-ho, you’ll attack with the guards when we give the signal. Be prepared and wait.”

“Yes, boss,” they chorus, their voices steel.

“Let’s go, Uncle Jin.”

Two men guard the door, their eyes assessing, hands itching for weapons. But they underestimate me. I catch their hands mid-reach, my grip unyielding.

“Are you for real?” My voice is a blade, honed and deadly. “Touch my uncle, and I won’t hesitate for a second before I burn this place down. Tell your fucking boss that Jeon Min-ho is here. He should have come to this gate to welcome us. Now, if he really wants to keep his head intact, he’ll show up as soon as he can. Because if I change my mind…” I lean in, my breath hot against their skin. “It won’t be good for y’all.”

I told the guards, and they scurried off to relay the message to their boss. We entered the opulent house, and I sank into the plush couch. The place reeked of wealth and power—a fortress disguised as a sanctuary.

Dae-jung, ever the impulsive one, leaned over. “This place is really well-built. Can’t we just keep it after we get rid of these cockroaches?” His puppy eyes pleaded with me. Sometimes, I wondered if he’d ever grow up.

“Not happening, Dae-jung,” I whispered, my tone firm. We’d planned this attack meticulously. No room for sentimentality.

Dae-jung pouted. “Buzz killer.”

“Kid,” Uncle Jin’s voice cut through the tension, “you need to grow up before you get all of us killed.” He took a sip of iced coffee from his tumbler, the ice clinking against the glass. Uncle Jin—the strategist, the man who’d seen it all—wasn’t one for sentimentality either.

“Uncle Jin, that was mean. I’m hurt,” Dae-jung whined.

“Shhh,” I silenced them. “He’s here. Boys, get ready. You’ll attack in ten.”

The wireless buzzed with acknowledgment. Our men—silent shadows—prepared for the dance of death.

Hyun-wook entered, his smile too polished, too practiced. “Welcome, Mr. Kim and Mr. Jeon. I’m glad you’re ready to accept our peace treaty offer.” He extended his hand, and we shook it. His grip was firm, but his eyes held secrets.

“We’ll see,” I replied, grinning. “Let’s see what you’re going to offer us to let you live.”

Uncle Jin leaned in. “As far as I know, this type of peace treaty involves a bond of marriage. But you don’t have any daughters. And my son’s preference…” He let the words hang, unspoken.

Hyun-wook’s smirk widened. “Of course, you’ll know everything. You’re one of the great Mafia’s, Mr. Kim. But I have a little present for the New Mafia king. I’m sure he’ll like it.”

“Show us,” I said, shifting on the couch. “Then we’ll talk about this peace treaty.”

“Of course. I’ll bring your gift myself, Mr. Jeon. Just give me two minutes.” Hyun-wook left the room, leaving us with our doubts and our weapons.

Uncle Jin’s eyes bore into mine. “What are you doing, Min-ho? This isn’t what we planned.”

thought we’d see what he has to offer,” I mused aloud, my voice dripping with calculated menace. “And then we can attack him.”

Uncle Jin chuckled, revealing yellowed teeth. “You two—dad and son—are exactly the same,” he said, his smile widening. “Let’s get it over with, and I’ll kick your ass later, son.”

The door creaked open, and the room’s atmosphere shifted. The air thickened with anticipation as the henchmen dragged in their reluctant gift. She fought back, her defiance evident even through the bruises that marred her delicate features. Her face was concealed by a black cloth, but her spirit blazed like a wildfire.

“Here I’m back with your gift, Mr. Jeon,” the bastard sneered, pushing the girl forward. His eyes gleamed with malice. “She’s not someone I care for. Just a brat who needs a man like you to tame her.”

My anger simmered beneath the surface. Innocence was a rare commodity in our world, and this girl—bruised, battered, yet unyielding—was an enigma. I rose from my chair, muscles coiled like a predator ready to pounce.

“Who is she?” I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. “Why are you gifting her to us?”

The bastard’s smile widened. “She’s a pawn,” he replied. “I am giving her to you so that you can enjoy her she is pure virgin.”

I clenched my fists, the urge to snap his neck overpowering. But the girl’s words stopped me cold.

“I’ll stay a virgin,” she spat, struggling against her captors. “Because the first chance I get, I’ll tear off your filthy cock and toss it into the trash. Mr. Mafia, you’re making a colossal mistake by taking me with you.”

I stepped closer, curiosity piqued. Her defiance was intoxicating. With deliberate precision, I removed the black cloth from her face, revealing eyes that blazed like embers. Her lips curved into a wicked smile.

“She is wild,” I murmured, my own smile matching hers. “And perhaps, just what I need.”

Oh, damn me to hell. Her beauty was a wicked curse, an irresistible pull that threatened to shatter my fucking world. Those dark brown, mysterious eyes held secrets—promises of both salvation and destruction. I craved to be lost in their depths, to drown in their fucking magic.

The fire blazing in her eyes stirred something primal inside me. It wasn’t just lust; it was a hunger—an insatiable ache that tore at my gut. She was danger wrapped in silk, a fucking storm ready to consume me. And those sinful lips—those tempting curves—tempted me to throw caution to the wind. To kiss her fiercely, to taste the raging tempest beneath her skin.

Bruises marring her delicate face only added to her allure. She wore them like battle scars, defiance etched into every goddamn line. It was as if God had crafted her with exquisite care, giving her all the right curves—the kind that could send a man into madness. Even in her vulnerable state, she remained the most stunning woman I had ever fucking seen.

But beauty was a double-edged sword. It could be a shield or a weapon. And as I looked at her, bound and fierce, I knew she was both. A puzzle waiting to be unraveled, a mystery that begged exploration.

The shootout loomed—a storm on the horizon. My men were already in motion, shadows slipping through the darkness to eliminate the guards. But she was my priority. I had to keep her safe, shield her from the impending chaos.

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The game intensifies, and desire blurs the lines between danger and salvation. What awaits Min-ho and the mysterious girl? Only time—and their shared secrets—will reveal. 🔥🖤.

Till then bye bye

Darlings 💜