10

Jungkook

Taehyung left me standing in a state of shock and walked out of my room without sparing me another glance.

What was that?

My fingers were still touching my swollen, tingling lips.

They felt raw.

I had never been kissed like that.

Oh, I had most definitely been kissed by Byungchan, but with Taehyung - it was different.

Even though the kiss was possessive and hard, it felt gentle.

He didn't kiss me like he wanted to hurt me.

Taehyung kissed me like he wanted me to feel him like he wanted me to enjoy it.

It was sexy and it made me feel out of control.

I was out of breath and I couldn't understand why. Why didn't I find it repulsive?

I glanced around my room, breathless.

I tried to find something, anything, that would ground me and help me understand what was going on. My mind felt rushed and my body tingled from his touch.

The effect he had on me was dangerous. I could easily lose myself in him. I couldn't think straight

around him.

He was captivating and demanding.

Ruthless, yet gentle.

Taehyung was a dangerous man but when he touched me, my body responded without fear.

Fear was a constant emotion living inside of me. Slowly, I had started to feel nothing but fear. But with Taehyung, his touch rid me of that fear. He made me forget why I should be scared.

Slowly, I sank down to my bottom and pulled my knees to my chest, folding my arms over them in a protective manner.

Closing my eyes, I took in a deep breath. No matter how hard I tried to avoid him, he would always find me. I couldn't deny him and I couldn't stop him. If he kept playing me like he was, I would slowly lose myself until I had nothing left.

Opening my eyes, I shook my head.

No.

I couldn't let this happen.

I stood up and quickly put on a black shirt and the blue jeans that Hae-sook had bought for me.

Looking around my room, I felt a pang of sadness. I thought about Hae-sook and felt hot tears prick my eyes. I would miss her. She was the little light in my dark world. And Jimin. But I had no other choice. It was time to move on. I couldn't stay in the estate any longer. I wasn't as safe as I had thought.

Taehyung was a new danger - His touch, his voice, his controlling stare.

Before he could break whatever was left inside of me, I had to save myself.

***

Taehyung

"What?" I growled at Yoongi's statement.

Seokjin nodded and took a step forward.

"It makes sense. Jungkook is an outsider. Don't you think it's a big coincidence that as soon as he settled in, the Ganpeh started to get information about us?" Seokjin seemed a little conflicted and then shook his head, his expression turning hard again. "We can't find anything about him. We have no idea who he is."

For a second, I wanted to scream in denial.

I didn't want to believe that Jungkook could be a spy but when Seokjin's words started to penetrate my mind, it made sense.

He was right.

We knew nothing about Jungkook, it was too much of a coincidence that he found me and decided to hide in my car. And then a few days later, the fvcking Ganpeh were getting information about my plans.

"Fvck!" I screamed as I punched the desk. Raking my aching hand through my hair, I gripped it tightly as rage pulsed through my body, "That bitch!"

Hobi cleared his throat and I saw him shrug, "It's hard to believe, I mean he looks so innocent, but

sometimes the most innocent can be vicious. It's usually the shy one who is the viper."

"They just hide it well," Yoongi added.

All four of my men looked forlorn as if they couldn't believe Jungkook could be the spy.

I turned around, giving them my back. Staring outside through my large windows, I let my thoughts wander. I didn't want to believe it either, but if he was a possible suspect, I couldn't overlook it.

As silence fell upon the room, my anger started to diminish, my tense muscles refused to relax. The little kitten had successfully wrapped me around his finger. I thought I was the master, but clearly he had been playing me.

Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket.

I blew out a frustrated breath and took it out.

"What the fvck do you want?" I snapped into the phone.

"Boss, Jungkook is escaping through his window."

My eyes widened and the anger was back full force.

"Get on him," I ordered harshly before hanging up and facing my men. "Jungkook is escaping," I told them through gritted teeth. They swore simultaneously. "I want you to go after him," I told Seokjin.

"I'll come with you," Yoongi suggested. I gave him a nod and they started to back out. But before they could close the door, I added, "Get him to the basement." My voice was brittle and full of venom.

I saw Seokjin sigh, for a second, his eyes flashed with pity, but it dissipated quickly. I looked at Hobi and Namjoon, my gaze unyielding as I ordered them out of the room.

"Get out. Call me when you have him in the basement."

They nodded, their faces impassive as they walked out of the room and closed the door behind them. Placing my hands on the desk, I leaned forward and glared at the door. My knuckles were white with the pressure and my veins throbbed in my throat.

My jaw tensed, my teeth grinding in an attempt to control my fury.

I wanted to strike something.

Someone.

The beast inside of me was raging, demanding that I kill.

Spill the blood of whoever betrayed me.

Only then would I feel at peace.

I felt my eyes turned into slits as I continued to stare at the door.

Slowly rolling my neck, I tried to release the tension.

Kitten, you might think you have fooled me, but this is my game now.

One way or another it doesn't matter how.

I will get the truth out of you.

I hoped that for his sake he hadn't truly betrayed me.

Because if he had, there would be no mercy.