Park Jimin Daring Wife || PJM ✔️ (COMPLETE)

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"Good evening, gentlemen. What a fine day it is." She greeted them with an amused smile on her face. To show them fear was to show them a weakness.

She decided to act nonchalant despite the fact that she was growing wary. The weapons they had with them were to inflict a lot of pain, but not enough to immediately kill. If they were going scare her to intimidate her, she knew she’d survive. But if they were planning on murdering her, they planned on doing so through an immense amount of torture.

"To what pleasure do I owe your presence?" She added while surveying the masked men in front of her.

A man who seemed like the leader of the group stepped forward. He was the only one not wearing a mask.

She was surprised to see someone so young be the leader of a gang. Unlike his burly comrades, he was lean and does not seem like someone who beat people up for a living. His appearance was well-kept and he was actually wearing a black suit. But his eyes were a completely different story. She saw the bloodlust within it. It made her very wary of him. She knew from experience that it was the ones who hid their crazy that was the most dangerous.

"Good evening, young lady." He greeted her with a sinister smile spreading on his face. How interesting. This was the first time a woman didn’t scream bloody murder or beg for them to let her go. This one seemed smart.

"I hope you don’t take this too personally." He gestured to her bound wrist and ankles.

Song Areum chuckled. "None taken. It’s your job. I get it." She shrugged, deciding to play into the little game.

"So, what is it that you want to get out of me? Money, information, or is it just a simple beating as a warning?" She tilted her head, pretending to comply with them.

She wondered if they still had her purse. Inside her phone and wallet were trackers that her grandfather had installed in case something like this happened to her.

They might have been smart enough to destroy their phone but no one would guess there was a small button on her wallet that functioned as a tracker.

The leader felt his smile spread at her words.

It seemed she was already used to kidnappings which were fun and boring at the same time. Boring because she already knew the protocol and he wouldn’t be able to sense fear radiate from her.

That was usually the best part of these kidnappings! But it was fun because her reactions would be extremely refreshing and unexpected, which made him look forward to dealing with her.

"A beating." He answered her, nodding his head to his men that stepped forward.

She raised a brow. Just a beating? Nothing else? "And how much were you paid?" Her eyes scanned the different array of weapons in front of her.

It didn’t look too shabby, but it did look clean which meant they were either new or they were just cleaned really well. She hoped it was the former.

"Now that, young lady, is private information." He mused, watching her eyes scan his men. Despite seeing the metal bats, knives, and brass knuckles, she didn’t seem to shake or cringe back in fear.

This was getting really interesting.

"Hm, I assume you were requested to keep the exact number private. But can I get an approximate amount?" She was hoping to delay time or at least buy them out.

"I’m afraid your little plan won’t work on me." The leader chuckled and made a two finger gesture. That was all it took for the first strike to land on her stomach.

Song Areum gasped for air as excruciating pain spread throughout her entire body. She was glad that she had not had a bite to eat the whole day so she wouldn’t vomit from the hit. The man had punched her right in the stomach with so much force, his pointed brass knuckle tore right into her clothes and ripped it.