JUNGKOOK POV:-

"How fucked up, to you think that is, Diego?" I ask unwrapping the bloody bandage from my left hand.

That bastard busted my knuckles like a fucking balloon!

Eunwoo dabs my wound with a large alcohol pad before wrapping another gauge over the pad.

It stings like a bitch.

"I don't know, what came over me, then. I swear, I don't." He sighs fisting his hair on his hands. Pulling the strands out.

Bitch!

"Being younger doesn't make you irresponsible, Diego."

Eunwoo maintains his calm as he dresses my wound.

Unwrapping the earlier bloody gauge and washing them and wrapping them in a gauge again.

"I know."

"You don't know enough." I growl. "Because of your stupidity, people died, tonight. People who had nothing to do with your fuckedupness."

Diego sighs.

"I think you should send the girls and papa into protection." Eunwoo suggests.

"It'll mean we're backing off." I reason, fisting and unfisting it. Testing the tenderness of it. "It'll mean we're scared even before anything starts."

"Not sending them in protection will also give them the chance to take one of them random." He rolls his eyes.

"It's so cliché, Toni." Diego cringes. "No one kidnaps girls anymore. That's so overrated, bro."

"Shut up!" I snarl at him. "You're the reason it's all fucked up.

He sits back, head hung low.

This little bitch has no regret whatsoever.

He has no idea the danger he has put the family into.

"We're not putting the girls in protection. No one's going anywhere." I say. Eunwoo finishes the dressing around my stomach. I wince when he tapes it up too tight.

"It'll stop the blood flow." He answers at my discomfort.

"Another attack will be soon. They know I am injured and I am injured bad. They'll take the chance. They won't stab on the back, they'll fire, eye to eye." I conclude.

"I will call Don Martinez and will see if we can sign a truce. If he agrees, the attack on us, stops we help him through his drug transport and Diego apologizes."

Eunwoo nods. "Fair game."

"And if not, we take measures to tackle the attack. And still Diego apologizes."

"What I did was no mistake!" Diego shouts.

"What you did was arrogant and insolent and immature of you. And you apologize. That's all." I say with finality.

"I agree." Eunwoo discards his gloves and shrugs off his blood stained apron.

"I don't think, that was mistake on my part. It was no mistake. I will not apologize to the people who breeds on lies!" Diego fumes.

"Shut up!" Eunwoo shouts. "If your ego is expensive then your family, then you can go ahead and not apologize and drink yourself to death while watching a war raging upon the heads of your brothers."

Fuming, Diego leaves the room, slamming the door shut.

"I can't believe he did what he did." Eunwoo sighs.

"Me neither." I sigh.

In my life, I've been through many shocks. First was Eunwoo attending medschool instead of taking over the family.

Though it was minor then the others, it was first alright. I never thought my elder brother would something that would put me in charge of the family.

I was never trained for this. To be a Don.

And when I begun my training I was already thirteen and everything felt surreal. Papa had to extend his reign to seven more years till I was twenty and ready to take over.

But it was more like a matter of surprise to me then shock.

Second was when I heard through the phone that my mama was no more. My little sister would never come to this world. Never see us.

And my papa, me had to raise a ten year old Diego, on our own. Eunwoo had left for med-school already.

But it was mostly my mama's death that made me weak and broken at the first place.

I was stoned for days, not talking, eating only sitting in my room, plunging my vision into picturing my mother's face. Her voice. Her laugh.

And as time went, I couldn't even picture her in my head. I was sixteen then, I was devastated from the loss, she was my safezone. My everything.

But like a poof, she just left.

And when I couldn't imagine her in my mind, I got violent. I got rough, I started to hurt people to calm myself from the excess adrenaline flowing through my veins.

The first thing I did when I came to my senses after mama's death was, to get a tattoo. A tattoo that reminds me of her.

A happy her.

Then when I was about eighteen, there was this girl, in one of the whore houses, young and vibrant, playfully happy and all that barbie thing with blonde hair.

See the irony?

So I approached, we talked and kissed and all that stupid shity stuff when I finally begun to realise that she was infact selling inside informations to rival families.

That year, Papa lost a major portion of profit from the oil company when the oil-ship was hijacked.

Man! One time I thought I loved her, and she turned out to be a backstabbing bitch.

However, I took care that she couldn't ever sell any information of any family to their rivals.

I took her on a nice fancy date to the restaurant by the corner of the town, I had it booked for the night and then after we had dinner, I pulled out my gun and shot her straight between the eyes.

She died.

And now was my fourth major shock.

Diego.

For the investigation of our business in Italy, this time I had send Diego there. I had specifically given him instructions before he left the NY-estate.

Don't get into troubles. Don't cause chaos. Don't play dumb.

And what he did was broke all three of them.

He went to Italy. First thing he did was, Got into troubles with the Mexicans. He had one time fling with a girl turning out to be the Don's orphan niece. It was one time thing. Okay. But he took it to the next level.

He caused troubles. He disrespected a Don infront of his family and ours. He took matters into his own hand and said disrespectful things to the girl he had a fling with. Ratted him out about the drugs he smuggled from The Italy to Seoul

And that was playing dumb.

The Don got angry.

So, Don Martinez had encountered him in the club yesterday night. Asked about his actions which Diego clearly declined.

In summation it was a big mess then I would have appreciated at the moment.

I believed in Diego. The belief he played with. He hid the matter from me. He took the subject to his hands and acted over smart.

Then the shootings took place. We didn't want violence with Don Martinez. But we took in self defense.

His family is smaller then ours. But last night we weren't expecting any trouble. It was just me, Eunwoo, Diego, my consigliere and some guards.

We out numbered them buy tens.

"When are you going to talk to Don Martinez?" Eunwoo asks getting up from the spot he was sitting.

"Tomorrow. First thing in the morning." I say. "I just want to lay down, right now."

"Yeah. I'll put out your meds." He says.

A knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts about the meeting.

"Come in." Eunwoo calls.

It's probably some nurse, yes Sir, no sir. Batting their lashes like cartoon.

Yes doctor, No doctor. Flirting with Eunwoo. Him flirting back.

He's such a slut sometimes.

And he has a wife. Two kids.

But proving me wrong, the door opens revealing, Yn.

She has a bag in her hands, eyes on me, sad and sleep-less.

But she looked ravishing nevertheless wearing a shirt and leggings.

"I'll leave you two alone." Eunwoo says.

On the way out he says something to Yn who laughs silently.

"Little girl." I say with my voice. It was raspy from the stupid dehydration from the surgery.

"Don De'Jeon." She says like a breath. As she advances towards me, I feel her gaze on me.

On my uncovered body. My shoulders, my arms and lastly her eyes land on my angry crotch.

After the anaesthesia effect, it wouldn't sit down, it keeps pointing out of the cotton shorts I have on.

I couldn't wear pants for my shot on the thigh, so it was just shorts.

As she stands just within my hands reach, I notice she's not wearing any bra. Her luscious breasts hangs down in a almost clumsy manner. Utterly sexy and it takes my breath away.

"Well..."

"Hmm?" She answers sweetly.

This is gonna be fun.

YN POV:-

He was sitting on the bed that looked quite weird for a hospital room to have.

Wearing shorts. His not so little him, poked out beneath the soft material of his shorts as if angry.

He looked angry.

Of course he's angry. He just got shot. Thrice. My inner girl howls.

As usual I ignore her and instead take him in

His stomach was bandaged, the muscle connecting his shoulder to his arm was wrapped in bandages. His thigh had blood strains invading the thick layer of medical bandage.

Lastly his hand was wrapped in a roller bandage. Inspire of all the injury he looked like the king he was.

And I realized that 'three bullets couldn't take down a De'Jeon.' It made me smile.

"Well..." He asked, voice harsh and raspy then usual.

"Hmm?" I answered, sweetly moving close to him.

Just as I was taking him in, I saw his eyes drifting over me. All over me. I felt naked. The intensity of his gaze made me squirm.

A small smirk played on his lips when his eyes came rest to my chest.

I wasn't wearing a bra.

"You aren't wearing a bra." He said.

"Yes." I agreed.

You've become utterly shameless. You make me feel disgusted. My inner girl cringed.

"What shall I do that you'd maintain, the decency of dressing up in a public place." He asked holding out his unbroken hand to me.

I took his hand and with a slight pull, I was within inch distance of him.

His nose touching my lower stomach.

Drawing a long breath, he wrapped his arms around my waist pressing his face to my stomach.

And this little gesture was enough to break the dam, I had been building all day to keep my tears to myself. I stroke his hair while the tears flow like waterfall through my eyes.

"I'm fine." I all he says.

"I can see, that." I sniffle. He pulls out to look at me. A small smile plastered to his god-like face.

"Don't cry, for me." He says, rubbing my ass through the material of my leggings. "Now...I was taking about your punishment."

"Punishment?" I wipe my nose with the back of my hand.

What punishment? My inner girl squeals.

I am not sure if she's worried or scared.

She's a whore. She's excited.

"Punishment." He clarifies.

"For not wearing a bra, and flaunting what's mine for everybody to see." His eyes hold utter seriousness and everybody to see." His eyes hold utter seriousness and dominance.

Oh! My inner girl cups her boobs and massages them. Hmm. She moans.

She's such a slut!

"What... I?" All the emotion and worry from my heart disappears filling it with carnal want.

He was shot. He needs to rest, he can't go around and punish me.

Can he?

You turn a puddle of too when he dominates you. Of course he can punish you. My inner girl rolls her eyes.

"Pull down your pants." He orders getting up from his position.

"Huh?"

My inner girl is already knelling on the floor, for him to dominate her anyway he desires. Peering up through her lashes she places her hand down to her heat and starts to moan in pleasure.

Stop it! I yell mentally.

She instead of stopping starts touching herself more furiously, lost in pleasure of the other world.

Slut.

"I am not going to repeat Yn. Pull. Your. Pants. Down." He says calmly.

Infront of his full height I feel small.

Hesitant, I pull my leggings down, stepping out of them, I wait.

I wasn't wearing panties, either.

In a way, wearing them makes me feel confined and as I stay on the room most of the time...

"You're a bad girl, Yn." He moves closer to me, reaching behind me he, frees my hair from the ponytail. "Now, lay on the bed, on your stomach"

I do as he says. I lay flat on my stomach on the bed so my boobs are mashed to the mattress and ass all bare, to him, head resting on the single pillow.

"Good girl." He mumbles.

And somehow his voice lits my inside on fire.

A thin strip of black fabric is pressed against my eyes, making my senses frenzy.

"Shh. It's okay." He assures once the panic is evident in my movements. "It's me."

I lay quietly. The only thing I can see is darkness. The only sound I hear is of my breathing.

"Hold out your hands behind your back."

I ball my hands into fists and place them on my back. Hе ties them with something rough.

Why is he going all Christian Grey?

For some moment I hear absolutely nothing.

I wait.

What's he gonna do?

A hard smack on my ass makes me jump in surprise. It takes me a moment to realise that he just spanked me but it wasn't his hand.

What the hell.

The slaps came from a more rubbery and flexible source then his hand.

I try to squirm to get rid of the burning sensation but he just blows on my ass again.

And again.

"Ohh! Please!" I whine.

The next slap lands lower to my ass cheeks...almost at my hot little heat as I feel my juices pool on the bedsheets beneath me.

"Ooow!" I moan out, squirming at the sensation.

"Quite. Or I'll gag you." He says in all seriousness and I know he isn't kidding.

He smacks me again.

Each one, igniting the burn inside me more and more, bringing me close to an mind blowing orgasm.

I count thirteen spanks before he stops.

I bet my ass his red as a fucking tomato.

He unties my hand.

"Sit up." He orders.

I do but wince as the wet bedsheets come in contact with my tender ass.

"Does it hurt?" He asks, untying the black curtain from my eyes.

His tone has a taunting edge and it drives me nuts.

"No." I snarl "It feels fucking good."

"Watch that tone." With that warning he pulls away the blindfold.

I snort, getting down from the bed and pulling up my pants without looking back at him.

You can't deny the fact, that you enjoyed it. My inner girl reasons.

Can you deny you're hurt? I snarl at her.

He grabs my hand just as I am about to leave and wanks me around to face him.

"You aren't going to talk to me like that, little girl."

"You can't go around and spank me like I am five." I yell, fighting back my tears.

"I can." He maintains his calm as always.

Bastard!

I sniffle, my eyes still glaring at him as he rubs my tender bottom.

"And now you'll know not yo be so indecent in your clothing." He says.

"You're crazy." I sniff. "It's just a bra."

"Yes. To you. But there are hundreds of horny men around the estate, they like to take peaks." He explains.

"I don't see them taking peaks."

"That's because you're too naive."

With a little bit courage, I step closer to him, one of my hand flat against his chest and the other reaching south.

When I walked in, little Jungkook looked like it needed a little attention. Like it was needy.

I am such a needy little slut.

"Don't." He warns. "You won't be able to finish."

"Please?" I whimper, excited for a little taste of him and needy for a tender touch.

"No." He bites back his smile. "Not tonight."

Looking deep in his yes, I sink into my knees, my hand reaching for the waisthand of his shorts Yn." He warns seriously.

I huff as I get up.

"You're mean. You don't give me what I want." I pout.

"Is that what you want? My cöck in your mouth?" He asks savagely, grabbing the back of my hair and pulling harsly, so that my face is tilted to his.

"Yes." I answer breathlessly.

Damn yes! I do a happy dance.

At least I get to come.

His actions making me more wet by the passing second.

"You dirty, little girl." He accuses as his other hands slips inside my pants and reaches my core.

"You want me to choke you, huh?" He asks while rubbing my hot, wet heat.

"Yes." I moan. "Please."

"Naughty girl you are." He says moving his face closer to mine. His fingers moving in frenzy around my wet, sensitive flesh.

He gently bites down on y earlobe as I give a mewl of pleasure.

"You want me in your mouth? You want to me fill that little mouth of yours, hmm? You'd like that, kitty?" His fingers gain more speed as he talks about my sinful desires for him.

With his fingers rubbing on my püssy and his voice talking dirty words in my ear, I reach my high, as the motions of his fingers go frenzy.

His lips move down to my neck and rests on my shoulder,kissing, nibbling and sucking on my pale flesh no doubt leaving a mark.

Coming down from my orgasm, I lean to him, he is breathing deep matching me breaths. "I am tired, now." I mumble.

He laughs. "You can stay the night."

"Wait..." I stand straight as much as my wobbly legs allow me to and reach for the bag that had dinner. "I got you dinner."

(TO BE CONTINUED)