Taehyung wiped the blood from his cheek, looking in the mirror. He washed his hands and wiped them, making sure there was no sign of his little night adventure. "Everything is ready, the place has been cleared and all evidence has been destroyed, sir." he nodded to Yoongi and Jimin, turning back to the mirror, lifting his chin slightly to make sure there was no blood on his neck. "Someone bring me a clean shirt." Taehyung ordered, starting to unbutton the dirty one.
It had been six months since Seokjin and Namjoon had killed each other. Taehyung took over the family as the only surviving Kim. He soon understood why his brothers had insisted that he study abroad. The Kim family was the subject of constant attacks, and he himself organized constant attacks, removing one by one anyone who refused to obey him. "Sir?" he took the clean shirt from Jimin's hands and put it on, throwing it dirty one in the laundry basket. "Tara?" he asked and Yoongi shrugged. "All the same." he replied, and Taehyung sighed.
Tara had lost her baby and was barely alive. Taehyung had complied with Seokjin's last wish and taken care of her. But since she had woken up after the difficult operation, she kept her distance, didn't talk to anyone, didn't even say a word to him. The few words he managed to get out of her were short and utterly unemotional. Taehyung understood why Seokjin had fallen in love with her, at least outwardly, Tara was beautiful and her body deadly, especially now that her belly was gone.
Yoongi and Hobi had told him what they knew. Apparently, the feud between the two brothers had begun after Kim killed her family and Seokjin decided to keep her, but he fell hopelessly in love with her. Tara, on the other hand, fell in love with Namjoon, who, of course, typical of the cold-blooded bastard, had simply used her to annoy his older brother. A year or so later, everything had exploded the moment he returned.
Taehyung didn't blame her. Tara had been through a war between the Kim brothers, which in itself was a supreme achievement. Also, months after the incident, she had nightmares, shouting their names and apologizing as if it were her fault.
But Taehyung knew his brothers. As much as he missed them, they were destined to destroy themselves. Their father had taken care all his life to pit them against each other, sucking them up like fighting dogs, making them prove themselves over and over again. Seokjin had managed to keep a part of his soul by directing his little remaining humanity to the woman who had managed, God knows how, to get into his heart, even though the little Miss hated him, or rather blamed him. Tara accused herself of not giving him a chance, of shifting all the blame for her family's death onto him, of tearing her away from Namjoon, trying to separate them, and by self-winding, she herself believed that she really hated him.
On her other side was Namjoon, who was the epitome of everything she wanted to be. Relentless, insensitive and strong to avenge. Instead, she fell under Namjoon's charm and mistakenly accepted her desire for love, leaving him to do whatever he wanted with her. And he had used her to harass Seokjin, knowing that she was his only weakness. Namjoon had never been able to accept that his father hadn't let him inherit the Kim family after years of trying. He was smarter than Seokjin, stronger, the ideal heir, but their father had chosen Seokjin, turning the brothers against each other again.
The Kim brothers have always been explosive, even Taehyung. "The two-faced devil" he smiled as he buttoned his shirt. That's what they called him. If Seokjin was the soft side, Namjoon the hard side, then Taehyung was something in between.
Jumping from one extreme to another, Taehyung could laugh like a child, happy to have received cotton candy, and the next moment, stick the cotton swab into your heart, looking at you blankly. Taking over the family, the two-faced Devil began to rage throughout Seoul, gaining new territory, ruthlessly destroying everything in its path. He united the people of his brothers, and at the moment there was no force to stop him.Except for one. The woman who hung around his neck with no choice. Kim Tara.
Sometimes he wanted to see her real face, to understand why his brothers had become so desperately obsessed with her that they ended up killing each other, and yet they both thought of her in their last moments of life.
"At least she had dinner?" Taehyung buttoned the last button of his shirt and looked at Jimin and Yoongi, who were still waiting for their boss to tell them what to do. "No, I tried, but she hit me with the tray." Jimin shrugged and Taehyung looked at him in surprise. "Seriously?" he laughed, there was life in her, just someone had to wake him."This woman is a real devil in a beautiful shell!" Jimin sighed and Taehyung smirked. "Maybe in the end, I'll find out soon who she really is?" Jimin made a face. "I really don't understand what you like so much about her. She's evil! I don't know what Mr. Kim found in her!" Jimin snorted, and Taehyung walked between them, taking a cigarette from his desk.
Maybe if Taehyung could challenge her, Tara would come out of her shell? He had not tried so far, letting her recover from her wound and the mental trauma of losing the two men in her life and her child.
Taehyung wasn't mistaken, since this woman caught Kim's attention, there's something special about her, but what, why? Curiosity burned him, and frankly, it drew him to her. What mystery was Kim Tara hiding? What had his brothers discovered, what could he not see? It is hardly just a beautiful face and body.
Taehyung released Yoongi and Jimin, ordering them to tell one of the servants to prepare food for two and place it on a tray. If the little girl didn't want to feed herself, he would force her to keep him company.
Left alone, he looked at the ceiling, thinking of the woman upstairs. How to cause it? Violence was not the solution in her case, nor was tenderness. What then, what irritated her?

"You haven't had dinner again?" Tara didn't even look at him. Sitting on the bench under the window, one leg outstretched, the other bent at the knee, she rested her chin on her bent knee and stared out the window.
"Come on, Kim Tara, we're having dinner together!" Taehyung announced enthusiastically and set the tray on the small table by the sofa opposite her bed. Tara still didn't react, and shaking her head, Taehyung approached her, picked her up, and carried her to the couch.
Settling down next to her, he picked up the chopsticks and scooped up a decent amount of caramelized pork rice and aimed it at her mouth. "Say aaaaaaa!" he said childishly sweetly, but Tara just curled her legs under her and stared at the ceiling, tilting her head back. "Okay, this is for me!" he put the food in his mouth, then tried the same with vegetables, but she refused again, turning her head to the other side. Taehyung sighed and closed his eyes, trying to suppress the anger rising in his chest.
"Are you trying to commit suicide, little one?" he asked softly, staring at her profile. "Look at me, little one!" Taehyung commanded softly, still struggling to slap her out of her trance.
Tara simply refused to react. She punished herself by blaming the deaths of Kim's two brothers, her child, and her family, who were killed but she survived. However, only she survived again. Her place was not in this world, so why was this man trying to keep her here?
"I told you to look at me, damn it!" Taehyung shouted, grabbed the table and turned it over angrily. The vessels flew and some of them crashed to the ground. Tara looked at him startled and blinked, then looked at the confusion created by his angry outburst. "How long do you plan to feel sorry for yourself, little one?" he leaned over her, and she looked up, anxiously examining his beautiful face. "We all have something to regret, little one, but can you see me sitting and looking at nothing?" he leaned his hands on the back of the couch, locking her between them, and brought his face closer to hers. "Start living again, Kim Tara, for your family, for my brothers, for your child! Respect their deaths as you live!" He continued, her eyes widening, full of tears, regrets and pain. "What do you want from me, little one, say it and it's yours, but I can't stand the sight of your blank stare anymore!" he sighed and rested his forehead on hers. "Kill me!" she moaned painfully and he stared at hers. "Is that what you really want?" she nodded, and he stood up as he left the bedroom.
Taehyung returned a few minutes later and stood in front of her again. "Here, take it!" she looked at the weapon in his hands, Seokjin's guns, and her heart pounded, remembering how proudly he carried them, how he had told her the story of the wolf heads, symbols of the Kim family.
"Take it, I will not kill an unarmed woman!" Taehyung shouted, and she shuddered, but ran her trembling fingers over the inlays, wrapping them around the heavy handle. Her breathing quickened and broke, her eyes burning as all the repressed emotions began to flood her.
Anger, regret, love, grief, pain, self-blame, more pain, a lot of pain. She looked up at Taehyung, who was looking at her blankly, with the same eyes as Namjoon. Her Namjoon, her Seokjin, their child, the triangle of hatred and love in which they had drawn her. She had loved Namjoon, she had loved Seokjin, she had simply not realized it, she wanted the baby, though she associated it only with the hatred with which it was created, and yet it was innocent, unsullied!
"Stand up and point it at me!" Taehyung ordered, and she obeyed. Aiming the barrel at his chest, her eyes stared at the barrel facing her, and something broke in her heart.
"My brothers died fighting for you, Seokjin killed his own child so that there would be no connection between you when he died. Your family died so that you could live. But that only tarnishes their memory!" he pulled the copper tab, lifting the fuse.
Tara gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Everyone died for her to leave her something. What a monster she was, not to appreciate their sacrifice. "A monster that must die!" Tara thought, and stepped toward Taehyung and his weapon.
Taehyung was already furious, she was really ready to die for something she couldn't prevent. Even if she had responded to Seokjin's love, Namjoon would only have acted much earlier, and she was not to blame for the deaths of her family and child. But she was still ready and taking all the blame.
"Are you ready?" Taehyung asked coldly, and she nodded, her eyes still closed. Taehyung pulled the trigger.
Tara shuddered, dropped her weapon and prepared to face the bullet, waiting for the pain.
But instead of pain, the sweet taste of tobacco and rice with pork enveloped her senses. She opened her eyes wide and stared into Taehyung's angry black eyes.
Their weapons hit the floor at the same time, his arms slid around her waist, and he hugged her tightly, tilting his head to deepen their kiss. Tara moaned and closed her eyes again, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their tongues met and Tara rose on tiptoe, pressing her breasts against his. Her body shook, and the shock of the wave brought him back to life, sending waves of scurvy low into her abdomen. Taehyung lifted her and her legs wrapped around his waist. Tara could feel his heart pounding, his hot breath on her skin as his teeth dug into her neck, making her hiss in pain and pleasure. Her back was hit by the soft mattress, and she stood up, helping him take off her clothes one by one. Her hands repeated his movements, tossing his clothes to the floor. Her fingers traced the two-headed devil on his right shoulder, the snake wrapped around the devil's horns and the tail curling around his muscular chest, reaching his tight abs.Taehyung closed his eyes, trembling under her touch.
"Boss ..." Taehyung and Tara stared at the door in shock. "Out!" they roared in unison, and Jungkook slammed the door behind him. "Little brat!" Taehyung hissed and began kissing her furiously again, biting her lips passionately. Tara smiled and pulled him away. Taehyung covered her and her thighs closed behind him.
His hand slid between them, and his fingers found the dripping moisture at her entrance. "You're so wet, little one, are you ready?" Taehyung groaned and Tara twisted, giving him complete control of her body.
The first push left her breathless and Taehyung stopped, giving her time to adjust and get used to the size of his cock. Tara was breathing even harder, nothing comparable to his size, his cock stretching the walls of her pussy, trembling impatiently.
After a few seconds, she shifted slightly, and Taehyung began to move back and forth, initially slowly and gently, holding his cock deep in her wet hot core, then pulling away to push again, almost lifting her body from the force of his thrust.
Tara groaned and clung low to his waist, urging him to move faster. "Stronger!" she whispered breathlessly, and Taehyung smirked. Unlocking her legs, he stood up and pulled her in the middle of the bed.
Sitting on one of her legs, he lifted the other on his shoulder and slid deep again. Tara gasped and a loud scream snapped from her chest as his cock sank roughly and she tightened, sucking on it.
"Easy, little one, we don't want to hurt you, do we?" he leaned down and pulled her head, holding her neck. "Who says it?" Tara raised an eyebrow defiantly before her lips met his and he began to fuck her furiously with an animal growl, mercilessly pushing his thighs into her ass.
The tension between their sweaty bodies grew with each penetration. Taehyung released any restraint, prompted by the moaning woman beneath him, who had clung to the muscles of his arm and sheet, moaning his name with his eyes closed. "Faster!" Tara shouted, and Taehyung felt the powerful trembling waves. She twisted sharply, and he let go of her legs, stepped back, and twisted her roughly on her back, lifting her hips high on one shoulder. her pussy when she squirtinghim, reached the peak of his orgasm. Taehyung hissed triumphantly with pleasure and thrust his cock as hard as he could
The few strong thrusts drove her almost insane, screaming loudly she twisted, squirting again. "For God's sake, little one!" moaned Taehyung, growling, and relaxed with full force, ending deep inside her, pouring his semen into her hot womb.