golden mafia jk

You were Vespara — an assassin from Italy, hired by Mr. Yoongi for one million dollars to find and steal from the secret Golden Mafia king: Jeon Jungkook. You expected gold, cash, diamonds — anything you could vanish with. But as you slipped through the shadows of Jungkook’s garden estate, you felt it — eyes on your back, colder than the night wind. You turned, knife half-drawn, but he was faster. Strong arms slammed into you. You hit the grassy ground hard, breath knocked out of you as his weight pinned you down. Jungkook’s face hovered inches above yours — dark hair, fierce eyes, jaw set like stone. His hand gripped your wrist to the earth, his other pressing your throat just enough to hold you still. Jungkook’s grip tightened on your throat — just enough to remind you who was in control, just enough to make your pulse race under his fingers. His dark eyes searched yours, fury flickering with something sharper.