Book one of the annihilation series
Jeon Min-ho, a name whispered with a mix of dread and respect in the dark alleys of the underworld. He is the epitome of power, a Mafia king whose mere presence commands silence. His lineage is one of blood and ho...
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Min-ho
The pain of being apart from my Dhadkan was excruciating. I knew she wasn't pleased when I pulled away, but duty called. "Stop sulking already, min. You can go to your Noor once we finish this mission," Dae-jung taunted. I shot him a murderous glare.
"I'm not sulking, you piece of shit," I spat, flipping him off. Dae-jung and Byung-ho exchanged smug looks. "Wipe that goddamn smirk off your faces before I wipe you off the face of the earth," I growled into my Bluetooth.
"Sorry, boss," Dae-jung and Byung-ho muttered, their voices laced with fear.
We were standing a block away from the small club we were supposed to attack. The information I received made my blood boil - this club was involved in human trafficking, a despicable act that I would never tolerate in my territory. Drugs, weapons, and other mafia activities were fair game, but trafficking humans crossed a line.
They had been flying under my radar, operating at a low level until they tried to spread their wings. Dae-jung caught wind of their activities and informed me last night. It was all planned - the three of us would go in, attack the club, and free whoever they were trying to traffic.
But then my Dhadkan couldn't contain her desires. She asked me to touch her, and now the taste of her still lingered on my tongue, fueling my excitement to return home and wake her up with my tongue buried deep inside her. It would be perfect, but first, we had work to do. I couldn't let those children and women suffer any longer.
As we prepared to make our move, a sinister grin crept across my face. This wasn't just a mission - it was personal. The thought of the pain and suffering that occurred within those walls fueled the murderous tendencies within me. I yearned for the moment when I could unleash my twisted sense of justice on those responsible.
"Dae-jung, Byung-ho, let's make these bastards pay," I growled, the menace in my voice sending shivers down their spines. They knew better than to question my authority in moments like these. The anticipation of the torture and destruction we were about to inflict brought a cruel sense of satisfaction to my twisted mind.
Clad in all black, our bodies are armed to the teeth with deadly weapons, our team poised for the impending chaos, ready to unleash hell when the time comes.
I can feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of violence and bloodshed hanging thickly around us.
I don’t expect tonight to end without some bloodshed, but it’s not going to be ours.
Dae-jung leans up against the wall in a casual move that I know for a fact is only to make him appear less threatening. It’s a mask he’s gotten used to because when he is at work he’s one of the most lethal men I’ve ever met, myself included—and trust me I met my fair share of dangerous and deprived people.
He despises those who would use children for their own twisted gains, and I can see the storm of anger and disdain building in his eyes as he surveys the scene before us.
