The Mafia King, Named Kim Taehyung, fell in love with a mysterious girl named Y/n.
Will Y/N be able to fall for the Mafia?
What's Y/n hiding?
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She got cut off when he grabbed her hand and placed the card.
Taehyung: I wasn't asking you!
Previous.
Taehyung said and pecked her forehead.
Taehyung: Be careful, hmm?
Y/N: *smile* I will.
They then left from there.
Taehyung's Pov.
They left from there, and then I received a call from Bogum.
Taehyung: *coldly* Hello?
Bogum: Boss, we brought him.
Taehyung: *coldly* Hmmm, I'll be there.
I left, reached there, and saw Choi being tied up on the chair. And as I sat in front of him, I signaled my bodyguard, and he nodded and left. I smirked and said,
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aehyung: *darkly* Well, well, well, what do we have here?
Mr. Choi: What do you want from me?
Taehyung: *frowned* Huh, did you already forget? Do I have to remember you?
Mr. Choi: *scared but tries to hide it* Look, Taehyung, you can't do anything to me.
Then I saw my bodyguard bring the tables with so many tools. And I saw Mr. Choi's eyes widen in horror. And I laughed evilly.
Taehyung: What makes you think like that?
Mr. Choi: *stutter* Because... because I'm Y/n's fathe-
My blood boiled, and before he completed his sentence, I grabbed his jaw, digging my nails as he did to her, and said,
Taehyung: *low, deep voice* Dare to complete that, and I'll cut that tongue of yours.
I pushed him away as I gagged at the smell that was coming from him. I put my hand on my mouth and said to the bodyguards,
Taehyung: Give me.
He gave me gloves, which I wore then, and a nail-puller. Then I said,
Taehyung: *darkly* these nails you digged in her, then how will you feel without them?
Mr. Choi: *begging* Please, Mr. Kim, forgive me. Please, I won't do it again. Let me go.
Taehyung: *low, deep voice* I let you go two damn times. Fucker!
I said that and pulled out his thumb nail, and he screamed in pain. And then I went to another finger, grabbing it. He begged, saying to stop, but I remembered my Petal's condition. Damn, she went through that alone, and it was all because of this fucker, and now he's going to pay for it. I pulled out another one, and he screamed his lungs out, taking out his nails one by one. His screams were echoed in the basement, and I smiled in a little satisfaction. Then I grabbed a hammer, and I said
