Min Kara was an Italian raised in the traditions of the Korean mafia. Her brother, Min Yoongi, and their father had never shown the slightest doubt that Kara was part of the Min family, and anyone who had ever questioned that was already dead.

Kara, on the other hand, has never failed to show that her father and brother are the most important people to her, especially after her mother died a few years ago.

Raised by her mother's second husband, Kara had never been interested in or asked about her Italian roots. She only knew that her biological father was also a mobster, but in Italy, it was like going for bread.

What was the connection between Min Kara and Jung Hoseok? They hated each other, constantly trying to kill each other, and at the same time, the passion between them had erupted almost three years ago.

Kara's Italian disobedience and fiery nature never ceased to provoke Hoseok's cold Korean poise, which inevitably ended in something turbulent that could escalate either in bed or in bloody rivers.

Denying the fact that there was something between the two, they hid it, inflicting wound after wound. In fact, Hoseok was the one who regularly shed his own blood just to get what he had been addicted to for years.

Kara never let another man touch her. She never told anyone that Hoseok was her first and would remain her last to ever have, and will have, power over her body.

"She's in J'adore, sir." Hoseok smiled. "Let them prepare my booth, we'll be there in half an hour and keep an eye on her, if anyone touches her, you'll pay!" He hung up and turned to Jimin and Taehyung. "Let's go, boys."

Taehyung watched his boss and friend in the rearview mirror. "Hiung, why don't you just invite her on a date?" he asked, and Hoseok smiled. "Because I want to live, Tae." he replied, staring out the window again.

"Seriously, I don't understand you, you've been together for a long time, why don't you just admit it?" Jimin looked at Taehyung and shook his head. "Have you ever heard this Italian woman admit anything, anything?" Hoseok looked sharply at Jimin, but he pretended not to see him and burst out laughing.

Hoseok rolled his eyes. They had no relationship with Kara, it was just sex. True, none of them liked to share, but that didn't make them a couple. Or were they?

Kara swallowed her tequila at once, licked the salt deliciously from her hand, and eagerly sucked on the lemon, which quickly killed the pungent taste of the aniseed drink.

Her friend, Marika, laughed, shaking her head. "Don't try to seduce all the men around, leave at least one for me!" Kara looked around curiously. There was hardly a man in the club who didn't stare at her and her body.

J'adore was owned by Jung Hoseok and she was a regular visitor. Not that she wanted to see him, but the club was really nice, and she could do whatever she wanted, given the alliance between the two families.

Kara moved her body to the beat of the music, her hands moving up and down, outlining her juicy curves, making the already staring men grind like rabid dogs.

Her gaze was fixed on that of the man who angered her every time she saw him. He entered the club, wrapping his shoulders around a red-haired bitch who was cuddling around him like a cat.

Her anger flared instantly as the redhead's hands darted across his chest. Hoseok leaned over and said something in her ear. The woman giggled coquettishly, covering her mouth and nose, and Kara rolled her eyes.

The couple, along with Hoseok's friends, settled into his personal booth and Kara pushed Marika. "It's time for me to leave, I have work to do tomorrow." Marika nodded and turned back to the man she had been flirting with all night.

Hoseok followed Kara behind the shoulder of the woman who had settled into his lap and was whispering something in his ear.

She looked at him coldly, wrapped her arms around a man's neck, told him something, and he nodded, and they both headed for the exit.

Hoseok felt the painful tightness in his stomach that always appeared when a man approached Kara. He narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth as she turned and sent him an air kiss before leaving.

The woman on his lap slid lifeless and something hot ran down Hoseok's chest. His shirt stuck, and he looked down at the small blade stuck right in her carotid artery.

Little bitch! How dare she offer to another what is his! "Take care!" he growled and pushed the dead woman to Taehyung's feet, standing up angrily.

"Are you looking for something?" he turned to her voice against the pale face of the man who had followed Kara.

Her hand pressed the same blade to the man's throat, and he swallowed dryly, praying with his eyes for his life.

Hoseok smirked. Of course, there was no one to touch her, she wouldn't let him, or she would, if that would make him angry.

Kara came out from behind the man and looked at him, pursed her lips sweetly. She rose on tiptoe and kissed him, running her tongue over his lower lip. The man groaned and his arm automatically wrapped around her waist.

Hoseok watched her closely. She was furious, and that was exactly what he was aiming for, but at the moment he himself was burning with rage, and his vision blurred, fixing on her lips, which were quickly taken over by the stranger's.

With two steps, he found himself next to them, his fingers digging into the throat of the man, who clung to his wrist, falling to his knees.

"You killed my entertainment, I should return the favor, don't you think, my love?" Kara moaned breathlessly as his other hand slid around her waist and she slammed into his chest.

"I'm not done with him yet, Jung!" she looked up at Hoseok, and her breathing quickened as his anger-darkened eyes met hers.

"Now you have a much bigger problem, my love!" Hoseok growled coldly, the grip around the man's throat tightened, his arm twisted sharply, a deafening crack sounded at night, and the man's eyes turned white as his body fell with a last sigh to the ground.

"How unfortunate, he was cute!" Kara looked innocently at the dead body, but quickly forgot it, screaming in surprise when the same hand that killed the man landed on her neck.

"How ..." Her body tingled and her knees softened, slowly betraying her. "I warned you, my love, now you will pay for your stupidity, to test my patience." were the last words that penetrated her mind before he betrayed her too and she relaxed completely in the arms of her lover.

Hoseok checked her pulse. Despite his anger, he wouldn't hurt her more than necessary, but sometimes he lost control and had to make sure he didn't hit her harder than necessary.

His hand slid down her cheek, down her long, slender neck, fully exposed and unprotected now that her head hung lifelessly back.

His fingers slid down between her breasts and landed on her field belly. His eyebrows furrowed in seconds as a thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed it and carefully lifted her.

"Boss?" he turned, and Jimin stared in amazement at Kara, then at the dead man behind Hoseok, then at Hoseok himself. "What in God's name?" Jimin asked low, and Hoseok shrugged as he headed for their car with Kara in his arms.

Sitting in the back seat, he ordered Taehyung, who was just closing the trunk in which he had thrown the dead woman Kara had killed, to return them to his mansion.