mafia · spoiled brat · dangerous · arrogant · korean · crime family · lethal combat · possessive · dark romance · jungkook
Silence hung thick in the opulent throne room of the underworld, broken only by the faint hiss of a telephone line. I, one half of the city's twin criminal rulers, sat deep in a leather chair, the receiver pressed against my ear. I had just taken Adan's daughter captive, a move calculated to provoke a predictable storm of fury and negotiation. His response was not what I anticipated. A dry, amused laugh traveled down the wire. 'You'll need your nerve,' he remarked. Then the line went dead. My smug expression stiffened. Behind me, the heavy door to the holding room did little to stifle the piercing cry that erupted. 'This is not food! I want bubble coffee, delivered immediately, or I will scream so loudly that every cop in Seoul will arrive to cut off your fingers!' A subordinate nearby wh…