DARK ROMANCE!
His thick brows were knitted together in anger and his eyes held anger as well but his lips were opened into a wide grin, at that exact moment she felt dread creep in her veins.
The gun barrel that was poking at her cheek was less scar...
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"Is Park Jimin related to Wyatt?" Asked Taehyung in a cold calculated voice.
"No, Park Jimin is Namjoon's boss and Wyatt worked with Daisy in her bakery. They both never knew each other." Came the answer and he closed his eyes in anger.
"Then why are they looking for my Daisy?" He muttered under his breath.
"B-because Wyatt was a really good friend of Daisy but I've no clue why Park Jimin was looking for her." Came the reply.
"Get me information regarding this Park Jimin." He said coldly.
"B-but h-how will I do that? You said you'll not bother me after having Daisy!" Came the angry voice.
"You want to die?" Taehyung asked in a chilling voice which was enough for that person to shut their mouth.
"What about Namjoon?" Taehyung asked with venom in his voice.
"He never showed up." Was the plain reply as Taehyung cut the call and stared at the wall in front.
His tongue still hurts after the stunt his vixen pulled on him. He didn't want to hurt her but she made him.
He thought he had taught her a lesson a month ago and she won't escape again and this girl didn't even get her feet working properly and she denied him a pure kiss.
His insides roared in anger thinking of the scenarios that she can make happen if he would make love to her.
She should consider herself lucky that he wants her but she's being ungrateful!
Shaking his head he drew a puff from his cigarette as he walked to the room where she's kept. At this time he knows she'll be fast asleep, he's well aware of her schedule after all he had stalked her for long enough.
Twisting the doorknob he opened the door but didn't walk in as he placed his arm on the doorframe and stared at her in a leaning position.
There in the bed was the beauty in deep slumber, unaware of the evils surrounding her.
Her face slightly swollen because of his slap, there were fingerprints on her face. There was a bandage around her left shoulder. He sighed, last night in rage when he threw her on the wall she got clavicle broken, though it was a slight crack in the bone, she'll be fine.
Her peaceful face looked ethereal in the moon light and he was taken aback to the day when he first saw her in her bakery.
She was there just like a frightened angel when she confronted the devil. She looked so pure, small, fragile and most importantly scared. The thing that intrigues him most were the changing expressions on her face. It was phenomenal, the way horror will strike her and the way determination will enter her eyes. He would've killed her that night but he didn't.
