Since this is a mafia based book, I can't have everything as KookV as much as I would love too. >.< Let's get some real action in, shall we?
It had been now a month since Jeongguk had kept the dirty blond captive in his rather grand mansion, and things were beginning to slip out of place.
"What do you mean someone stole my fucking ammunition?"
A skinny boy stands before the wide mahogany table, black hair falling across his forehead as he quivers at the cold glare his boss sends him.
"I'm s-sorry s-sir. T-They j-just - "
Large hands slam harshly upon the wood, the table groaning its offence as the objects that are splayed disorderly over the stacks of sheets, wobble dangerously.
"They were from the fucking US!"Jeongguk snarls, bringing his fists down onto the table again, ignoring the way the young boy jumps at the contact, "Cost me a lot of fucking money, and you're telling me someone fucking stole them?"
The black haired boy hangs his head shamelessly, unable to reply with an answer that would satisfy his leader's expectations.
"Calm down Jeongguk."
The pink haired male beside him throws the younger a warning glance, walking around the table to grip the small boy's shoulder gently.
"Thanks kid."he grins, forcefully turning the boy's body to face the door as he walks the two of them out, "Tell your department that a few of us will come down to run a few check up's later this week. Can't have anything else stolen can we?"
The small boy nods hastily, sighing with relief as Jin closes the door behind them, jogging to the elevators, "Thanks man, for saving my ass back there."
Jin grins, waving his hand carelessly, "No problem. Just make sure you don't slip up again. Jeon won't let it get away next time."
The boy nods, mocking a salute as the elevator emits a soft bing, sleek metal doors sliding open. Jin watches on as the boy steps into the compartment, grey door closing quietly before the entire box drops to the floor. His smile slips off slowly, morphing into a rather worried frown as he makes his way hurriedly back to his leader's office.
"Fuck."Jeongguk curses, slim fingers running through his ebony locks, dark eyes distressed.
While the pink haired male had walked the new recruit to the exit, Yoongi had slipped into the room, thin eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"It isn't a coincidence."the mint haired man murmurs, long fingers tracing the map that's splayed over the table.
Four small darts dig into the thin paper of the map, the young leader thumbing the feathers that eject into the air.
"Four attacks. Four weeks. One attack per week. All aimed at different departments."Jeongguk says, voice deepening into an enraged growl.
"They're planning to strike."Jin says thoughtfully, eyes trained dutifully on the map below him, "Not any normal conflict. It'll be a big one. They wouldn't bother to smuggle the DShK if it weren't."
Jeongguk nods his agreement, lips pursed in distaste.
"We have to be prepared."he snaps, straightening up as he lifts to his feet, fists clenched tightly at his sides, coal eyes glinting dangerously, "Get everyone to the main hall by noon. I want a meeting and make sure security guards every fucking corner. Anyone gets in and I'll have an entire department to murder."

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