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Taehyung sat alone in his blacked-out car, the city lights flickering outside the window like dying stars. Lorenzo and Mara were in the front, silent as the car sped toward the industrial warehouse where his enemies had gathered. Word had reached him that a coalition of rival families was meeting to plan his downfall. They had made one fatal mistake—they thought Taehyung was a man who would forgive.
Tonight, he wouldn’t just retaliate. He would send a message so loud, so ruthless, that no one would dare rise against him again.
As the car came to a stop outside the warehouse, Taehyung adjusted the cuffs of his blood-red shirt, slipping on his black gloves with precision. He stepped out, his polished shoes crunching on the gravel, his expression as cold and unyielding as death itself. Mara handed him a sleek black case, which he opened to reveal a custom-made silenced submachine gun. He didn’t need to speak; his silence was enough to freeze the blood of those around him.
Kim Taehyung
To Lorenzo and Mara, voice low)
"No survivors. I want this place erased."
Lorenzo and Mara exchanged a glance. They’d seen this side of him before—the unrelenting fury behind the mask of a calm businessman. This wasn’t just a job. This was an execution.
The warehouse was alive with the sound of heated discussions and drunken laughter as the rival families celebrated their supposed victory over Taehyung. That celebration was short-lived. The first sign of danger was the power going out, plunging the building into darkness. Confusion spread like wildfire.
Before anyone could react, the doors were blown off their hinges with a deafening explosion. Smoke billowed into the room as Taehyung strode in, flanked by Lorenzo and Mara, weapons drawn. Without hesitation, Taehyung opened fire, the silenced gunshots eerily muted, each bullet finding its mark with deadly precision.
Chaos erupted as men scrambled for cover, but it was futile. Taehyung moved through the room like a ghost, his movements fluid, precise, and terrifyingly efficient. He shot a man in the leg as he tried to run, stepping over his writhing body without a second glance. Another tried to plead for his life, but Taehyung silenced him with a bullet to the head, his expression devoid of emotion.
Lorenzo and Mara handled the rest, picking off stragglers with practiced ease. But Taehyung wasn’t done. He wanted this to be personal.
In the chaos, the mafia leader of the Italy—a burly man named Vincenzo—tried to escape through a hidden passage. But Taehyung had anticipated every move. He caught Vincenzo just as he reached the exit, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall.
Kim Taehyung
Cold, his voice like a knife’s edge)
"You thought you could take what’s mine and walk away unscathed? Do you know who I am?"
Vincenzo ( mafia leader)
(stammering, desperate)
"P-please, Taehyung, it was a mistake! We didn’t mean—"
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s gloved hand wrapped around Vincenzo’s throat, cutting off his pathetic excuses. He leaned in close, his voice a whisper laced with venom.
Kim Taehyung
"You didn’t just make a mistake. You declared war. And now you’ll pay the price."
Kim Taehyung
With one swift motion, Taehyung drew his knife, its blade gleaming in the faint light. He didn’t flinch as he plunged it into Vincenzo’s chest, twisting it with a calculated precision that made the man’s screams echo through the empty halls. Blood splattered onto Taehyung’s gloves, but he didn’t stop until Vincenzo slumped lifelessly to the floor.
Taehyung walked back into the main room, where the bodies of his enemies lay scattered like discarded trash. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the blood from his gloves as casually as if he were cleaning spilled wine. He turned to Lorenzo and Mara, his voice calm and commanding.
Kim Taehyung
"Burn it all. Let the ashes speak for themselves."
Without hesitation, Mara doused the room in gasoline, the sharp scent filling the air. Taehyung lit a match, watching the flame dance for a moment before tossing it onto the floor. The fire roared to life, consuming everything in its path. As the three of them walked out, the warehouse behind them erupted in an inferno, the flames reflecting in Taehyung’s dark eyes.
Kim Taehyung
As he stepped back into the cool night air, Taehyung lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag as the sound of a crackling fire filled the silence. He felt no remorse, no guilt. This was the world he ruled, and he ruled it with an iron fist. Mercy was a weakness he couldn’t afford. But there was a nagging thought at the back of his mind—a memory of Jungkook’s defiance, his fire.
Kim Taehyung
He wouldn’t approve of this. He’d look at him with those piercing eyes, full of judgment and righteousness. But why am I even thinking about him. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.
Taehyung (to himself)
"Let him judge. It won’t change who I am."
With that, he turned and disappeared into the night, leaving nothing but flames and destruction in his wake.
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