chapter - 1
In the biggest building in Italy, a figure of imposing presence commands the room. Seated in the head chair at the long, polished mahogany table, he exudes an aura of indomitable strength and chilling authority. His sharp, chiseled features are accentuated by the harsh, cold light that casts deep shadows across his face, highlighting his impeccable, almost otherworldly handsomeness. Every line and contour of his face speaks of both elegance and danger.
His piercing eyes, cold as ice and unyielding as steel, survey the room with an unsettling calm. There is a palpable sense of control and dominance in his gaze, making even the bravest of men falter. Around him, a group of men sits in various states of distress: some tremble uncontrollably, their faces pale and their breaths shallow, while others are drenched in a cold sweat, their bodies stiff with anxiety.
The atmosphere in the room is heavy, thick with a tangible weight of fear and respect. The air seems to pulse with his presence, a constant reminder of his power and the consequences of crossing him.
His very stillness is a testament to his command, a dark, magnetic force that holds everyone in control and makes the grand room feel both vast and claustrophobic.
The heavy silence in the grand room was abruptly shattered when the door was flung open with an alarming force, a gesture that would typically invite severe consequences.
However, the man who entered was met with an eerie lack of immediate reprimand, his presence alone enough to alter the room’s already charged atmosphere.
Taehyung, clad in night pajamas that clashed starkly with the formality of the setting, stood in the doorway, a storm of frustration barely concealed in his eyes. His anger was palpable, yet his appearance—so casually dressed for the occasion—added an unexpected layer of intrigue. He fixed his gaze on Jungkook, whose icy demeanor had just moments ago seemed impenetrable.
kim Taehyung
"Jungkook, how dare you,"
Taehyung’s voice was laced with both ire and a strange tenderness, cutting through the tension with an unexpected softness.
Jimin, seated nearby, rolled his eyes, knowing what was about to unfold.
The man who had been the epitome of cold, unyielding power just moments before now displayed an unfamiliar warmth as a smile broke across his face.
Taehyung stepped closer, his frustration melting into a softer, more personal tone.
kim Taehyung
"I’ve told you so many times, don’t leave me alone in bed. I don’t like waking up without you."
Jungkook’s eyes, filled with a rare tenderness, softened as he looked at Taehyung. The endearment slipped from his lips with an almost palpable affection.
He murmured, the word carrying a weight of emotion that seemed incongruous with his usual demeanor.
Taehyung’s gaze remained steady, his voice tinged with both demand and care.
kim Taehyung
"Just tell me how many more times I have to say it so you’ll remember to wake me up whenever you leave."
Jungkook’s response was gentle, his gesture inviting Taehyung closer.
Jeon Jungkook
"Mi Vita," (softly)
A subtle command that made it clear he wanted him near. Taehyung walked over and settled onto Jungkook’s lap, his position both a claim and a comfort.
kim Taehyung
"You know I don’t like waking up without your warmth," (whisper).
Jeon Jungkook
"I know, amor. But you were sleeping so beautifully, I didn’t have the heart to wake you."
With a loving smile, Taehyung leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook’s lips.
kim Taehyung
"But next time, just wake me up, okay?"
Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with affection as he nodded.
Jungkook looked down at Taehyung, still nestled comfortably on his lap.
Jeon Jungkook
“Are you still sleepy?”
Taehyung nodded, his eyes already drooping. Jungkook adjusted him gently, making sure he was settled comfortably.
With a loving and protective embrace, he wrapped his arm around Taehyung, securing him close.
Taehyung buried his face in Jungkook’s shoulder, finding solace and warmth. He settled into the lap, his breathing soon steady and calm as he fell asleep. Jungkook smiled tenderly at his sleeping love, his heart swelling with affection.
But as he looked up, his expression shifted dramatically. The warmth and tenderness faded, replaced by the cold, dangerous demeanour he had worn just moments before.
The men around the room, who had been watching the intimate exchange with a mix of awe and fear, now lowered their heads, feeling the chilling shift in the atmosphere.
Jungkook’s voice, now a dark and commanding presence, cut through the heavy silence.
Jeon Jungkook
“Tell me why the business in some areas is very low,”
He demanded, his tone carrying a lethal edge. A palpable chill ran through the room.
Jungkook’s eyes locked onto Alex, who was sitting stiffly, his face draining of color.
Jeon Jungkook
“So, tell me, Alex, why is the business in your area the lowest? And don’t you dare blame the police; they don’t meddle in my territories.”
Alex stood, trembling visibly as Jungkook’s icy gaze bore down on him. His mouth opened, but no words came out, his fear rendering him speechless.
Jungkook’s gaze shifted to Max, who had been performing well.
Jeon Jungkook
“Max, you’ve shown exceptional results in Veneto. From today, you’ll handle the Lazio area.”
Alex’s face went even paler, his fear now bordering on panic. Jungkook continued, his voice low but unmistakable.
Jeon Jungkook
After you’ve shot Alex
Jeon Jungkook
Make sure to use a silencer. My amore is asleep, and I don’t want him disturbed. If he wakes up, you’ll be the one who sleeps forever.
Alex’s pleas were desperate. “Boss, I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry.”
Jungkook’s expression remained impassive as he instructed Max.
Jeon Jungkook
“Take him outside. Max “
With grim determination Max, grabbed Alex, covering his mouth, and led him out of the room. The remaining men were drenched in cold sweat, their fear palpable as they watched the scene unfold. Jungkook’s gaze swept over the room, a cold warning in his eyes.
Jeon Jungkook
“Don’t think you can outsmart me in this game. If business levels drop again, a simple bullet won’t suffice.”
He turned with a finality that left no room for doubt.
Jeon Jungkook
“Dismissed.”
The man seated in the head chair is Jeon Jungkook, the formidable leader of the largest mafia organization in Europe, the Cosa Nostra. His presence commands the room with an unyielding authority that leaves no room for doubt or defiance.
Every aspect of his demeanor—his piercing gaze, the rigid posture, and the chilling calmness of his voice—reinforces his dominance over the criminal empire he rules.
Upon his lap rests a vision of exquisite beauty and tranquility—Jeon Taehyung, the Reina of the Cosa Nostra and Jungkook’s cherished husband. Taehyung, an omega of unparalleled grace, is a portrait of serene elegance.
His skin, pale and luminous, contrasts with the surrounding darkness, while his delicate features and high cheekbones lend him an almost ethereal quality. His eyes, closed in peaceful slumber, are like liquid pools of starlight, framed by dark, flowing hair that spills effortlessly.
In the Cosa Nostra, Taehyung’s presence is shrouded in an almost sacred aura. Speaking of him or daring to look directly at him is strictly forbidden, a line that should never be crossed.
This sacredness is enforced by Jungkook, whose authority is so absolute that Taehyung is considered off-limits in the mafia world.
Comments
Aezerin_7
please just tell me one thing tae is not spy? is he??? cuz I can't take lies and betrayal 😭😭😭😭😭😭
2025-03-10
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Aezerin_7
mia vita* means my life omggggggv akabshsiqjwbsbshs😳😳😳😳😳😳✨✨✨✨🎀🎀🎀
2025-03-10
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Venizia
I'm hooked 👍🏻 will come back when a little more chapters will be updated 💞❤💞❤💞
2024-11-03
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