"Don't think about it!" Hoseok looked at his friend indifferently and raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what you mean." his gaze returned to its original target.

"You can't lie to me, Hoseok." Min Yoongi looked coldly in the direction of his step-sister, who was standing expressionlessly beside her fiancé, who was grinning, clasped familiarly around her waist, and talking to their father.

Min Kara. The adopted daughter of the Min family, after Yoongi's father had remarried an Italian woman. Yoongi didn't mind, Kara was four at the time, he was eight.

The two quickly matched and became closer. Kara's violent nature was the complete opposite of Yoongi's calm and balanced. The perfect combination for brother and sister.

Jung Hoseok was their ally. Min and Jung have always had a great relationship, and the two were close as brothers.

For years, Yoongi watched the game between Hoseok and his sister. They were chasing each other, one god knows why, as if the meaning of their lives was to kill the other. And yet, here they are, alive and well. Looking at each other with such hatred that anyone else would suffocate in front of their darkened orbits.

"Let her breathe at least today, Hoseok!" Yoongi warned low. Hoseok caught Kara's eye, she smiled and leaned forward slightly, pretending to listen to what her future husband was telling her.

Hoseok gritted his teeth, trying to look calm. Her cold, defiant gaze pierced him and he smirked. With a faint nod, he winked at her and set his glass aside.

"I'm leaving." Yoongi looked at him askance and nodded, patting him on the shoulder before heading for his sister and father.

Min Kara followed Hoseok out of the corner of her eye as he walked slowly to the exit. She waited for her brother and father to have a conversation, in which her fiancé tried to get involved and apologized for refreshing.

She turned and left the restaurant, following the faint noise of the sides and entering a narrow, dark alley. A few steps inside, her gaze fell on the unnaturally curved body of a security guard staring lifelessly at the night sky.

She shook her head, sighing, and approached him, staring coldly at his dead face. "Really, Hoseok, on my engagement?" Kara rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Her body slammed into the wall, one hand protecting her head from the blow, and a pair of lips took over hers. Her arms slid around his waist, and she pressed against his thighs, rubbing against him.

"You know you're defenseless right now, don't you?" the deep male voice sent hot shivers down her spine, and she smiled coldly. "Really?" he pulled back slightly as the cold blade pierced the fabric of his shirt, sinking lightly into his skin. A few drops of blood flowed, staining the white garment.

"Hell, you always manage to turn me on!" he bent down and rudely began to kiss her neck with ruthless kisses, biting and sucking, marking his territory.

"Kara, darling?" her moans were interrupted by a third voice at the beginning of the alley. The barrel lit up and the man slumped dead, with a bullet in his forehead. "Shit, Hoseok, that was my fiancé!" Kara hissed and shook her head as his teeth dug into her shoulder.

"His hands were in the wrong place anyway." he slid the cooling muzzle down her thigh, lifting the hem of her short black dress. Kara groaned and wrapped her thigh around his.

Hoseok tucked the weapon in a holster at the back of his waist, and his hand returned under her dress, tearing the lace of her underwear.

She clung to his neck, their lips parted, drinking the other's torn moans. Hoseok gripped her thigh and penetrated her with one strong movement.

Her back arched against the wall, and her body shook, aroused by the two dead, by the power of the man who was fucking her mercilessly.

The blade slid between her fingers and fell, making a ringing sound, pounding on the pavement. Her moans grew louder, his thrusts sharper and rougher.

"I warned you not to let him touch you!" Hoseok growled, and his cock stretched her walls, pressing the sweet dot to the bottom of her core.

"Fuck you!" she moaned, hissing Kara, and felt his cock tremble, the tension between them erupted, and she squirted, screaming loudly, shaken by the force of her orgasm.

Hoseok smirked. His fingers left red marks across the fabric of her dress, and with a few more sharp and quick thrusts, he finished, breathing hard against the delicate skin of her breasts.

Kara pushed him hard, and the slap contrasted sharply with the excited moans that sounded in the gloomy alley until a second ago.

"Ouch!" he looked at her sharply from under his eyebrows and his teeth gritted. "Do it again, baby, and you'll pay!" he roughly cupped her cheeks and kissed her passionately.

"I'll kill you!" she growled, and Hoseok laughed out loud, straightening his pants. "You can't, my love, otherwise I would be dead by now." he winked at her and let her clench her fists, raging silently in the darkness of the small alley.

Kara indifferently jumped over her fiancé's body, throwing the ring at his chest. A soft smile played on her face as the moisture mixed with Hoseok's cum flowed between her thighs.

Ignoring the fact that her father and Yoongi were calling to her, Kara took the keys to her brother's car and got into the driver's seat, driving at a dirty speed.

Hoseok relaxed in his own car, following the scene with a calm gaze. Yoongi would scold him for killing another who dared to touch Kara, but it didn't matter. The little savage already had a master, and she knew it.

But where was Kara going? Lately, he's been thinking about putting her under surveillance, just in case. But if she found out, there would be a war and one of his men would probably die.

The thought suddenly seemed incredibly tempting. Angry Kara was dangerous and passionate. Her Italian blood raged like a hurricane, after which Hoseok needed a few days to recover.

It would be fun to have her for a few days just for him. Maybe he would tie her to the bed? Or on the wall? Or would he be tied up? It will definitely be fun.

Unconsciously, he touched his ribs, remembering the last time Kara had spent a few days at his mansion. It cost him three of his bodyguards, two of whom he had personally killed after they had stared at her. And the scar on her little knife in his ribs was still clear.

"Bastard!" Kara thought as she drove through the streets completely aimlessly, just to calm down. "How does he always manage to get me to open my legs?" she smirked.

Kara pressed the accelerator a little more and enjoyed the roar of the engine, leaning back. 

Hoseok pulled out his phone, dialed, and he smiled slightly, thinking of this devilish woman's reaction.

"Jimin, attach two to Min Kara and watch out, if she notices them, they're dead." without waiting for an answer, he hung up and set off, stretching his neck.

Hoseok really loved their little game with Kara. He had no idea how it would all end, probably with someone's death, but he couldn't wait to find out.