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Yoongi ran through the low-lit streets of Downtown, Las Vegas. The water on the ground splashed as him and his men chased after their target. Gun in hand he turned into a dark ally, his men following behind him.

He kept his guard up, holding his colt 1911 pistol in front of him with both hands. He slowly made his way deeper into the ally as he took slow and deep heavy breaths, trying to recover from the previous running. Yoongi looked to his left and to his right, making sure all areas surrounding him were clear.

He was sure his target ran into here, there's no way he could have escaped. Not unless someone helped him. Yoongi stopped and held his right hand up, gesturing his men to stop also. They were in a split alley, he signaled half his men to go look on the right side and the other half to look on the left.

He cracked his neck, licked his lips and ran his hand through his bottle blonde hair. There was a door in the alley, it was the back door to a club. He took it upon himself to be the one to check there. Not only that but he wanted to get a drink if he could. Yoongi was getting impatient at this point. His blood lust was overtaking his instincts, he needed either a kill or a drink to calm him down.

He kicked open the backdoor with a smirk on his face. He knew he was about to get what he wanted, but was it the kill or the drink the thing he was going to get? A guard came rushing to him, "Hey, kid! What the hell do you think you're doing!" Yoongi simply walked past him. That man was of no interest. The guard suddenly grabbed Yoongi by his shoulder and violently turned him around.

"I'm talking to you, punk."

Yoongi looked up to the man, he gave him a deadly glare. A glare that would pierce through someone's heart. A glare that could rip someone inside out. A glare that made the guard release Yoongi and tremble in fear. Yoongi turned back around and proceeded to walk.

Just when the guard thought he was in the clear, Yoongi turned back to him and bashed him in the face with his gun. He gave the injured man a soft smile, "Don't you ever. Fucking touch me." He said with such a calm yet stern voice.

Yoongi made his way into the club. It was dark but lit up by laser lights, and the lights at the bar. People were dancing, hollering, smoking bongs, taking body shots, Yoongi even passed by a girl puking into someone's mouth, which disgusted him and made him want to kill her right then and there, but that wasn't what he was there for. The atmosphere was crazy, but not crazy enough for Yoongi.

He tucked his gun into his back pocket and walked over to the bar to get some info. He sat down and let out an exhausted sigh, "Hit me with some Vodka." He demanded.

The bartender, who was polishing some of the glasses, looked at Yoongi and said "Would you like it straight or mixed?"

Yoongi tilted his head to the side and gave the bartender a questioning look. "Does it look like I want you to fucking mix it?" The bartender scoffed, stopped what he was doing and walked up to Yoongi, placing his hands on the table that separated them.

"Well it looks to me like you're a little too young to be here, pal."

Yoongi's look turned cold, he was annoyed. Pissed. "Just hit me." He commanded. The bartender laughed at him and went about his business. It took every ounce of Yoongi to restraint himself from going ballistic and murdering this guy.

He tightly clenched his fist and grit his teeth. The only thing keeping him sane right now was the thought of how angry his mother would be if he fucked up on another job. The last time he screwed up, his mother had to bribe 30 people into acting like they saw and heard nothing. The only reason why Yoongi isn't rotting in jail now is because of his mother and her overwhelming power.

Yoongi stood up to leave when a woman tugged him by his coat and sat him back down. The sudden touch made Yoongi almost smack the foundation off her face. But her charming smile stopped him from doing so.

She was a beautiful well-endowed Latina. "Get me 2 vodkas, please." She requested as she brushed back her long luscious flowing brunette hair. Her accent was strong, a true Latina born and raised. Yoongi looked her up and down, admiring her beauty. She was wearing a black cocktail dress which hugged every beautiful curve on her body. She crossed her legs and rested her head on her hand while waiting for her drinks.

The bartender handed her the two drinks and she handed one of them to Yoongi. Yoongi looked back at the bartender and moved his hand in a shooing motion while taking a sip of his liquor. The bartender scoffed and walked away.

"So what brings you here?" She asked as she took a sip of her own drink.

Yoongi licked his lips and smirked at her. "I'm looking for someone." He said in his deep soothing voice. Yoongi's instincts screamed he needed this girl, she clearly knew something he didn't. She looked like the kind of girl who overhears things during her fuck sessions. Even if she wasn't, he'd still have some fun with her.

"And what does this someone look like? If I may ask." She shifted her position as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Well." As Yoongi started giving her descriptions the gorgeous Latina moved closer to him.

"He's fat."

"Mhm." She said as she bit her bottom lip.

"Short, brown hair, Hispanic."

"Yes?" She said in a smooth seductive voice.

"He might look like he's in a hurry, like he's running from something. He may be pretty sweaty and out of breath too, I mean, he is a fat ass."

She rested her elbow on the table and tilted her head onto her hand. She looked up to Yoongi with lustful eyes and began running her hand down, from his neck, to his chest, to his abs, and then stopping on top of his private area which was already hard.

She slowly massaged it, making it harder than it already was."You're pretty big, for an Asian." Yoongi gave her a surprised look and then smiled while taking another drink from his cup. "Don't talk as if you can handle it." He said, slightly insulted by her remark.

"Why don't you show me how good you are then, prove that I can't handle it." She said as her lips curled into a smile and blush formed on the apples of her cheeks.

Yoongi chuckled. "I'm under-aged, you know."

Ms. Latina squeezed his dick hard, causing Yoongi to groan in pain and pleasure. She brought her plump red lips close to his ear and whispered, "Maybe for drinking, but not for fucking." A devilish smile smeared itself on Yoongi's face. He gulped down the rest of his drink and dragged the woman into one of the backrooms with him.

Yoongi had forgotten about why he was there at this point, the only thing on his mind right now was the piece of ass he was about to get. He hadn't had a good fuck in a long time. His mother banned him from going out for a while, including school, as punishment for the last time, which he called her a pathetic bitch for. Because of this ban he wasn't able to go out like he's use to doing. Of course he had his maids to entertain him, but they weren't as good or as wild as the girls from outside.

The woman quickly pulled down Yoongi's pants, releasing his big, hard, pulsating cock. She was surprised and slightly regretting what she said earlier because now, she was going to get torn a part. His cock looked absolutely appetizing to her, she immediately licked his shaft, starting from the bottom and slowly making her way to the tip while letting out a long sexual moan. The taste was amazing, utterly exquisite.

Yoongi groaned as she took all of him into her mouth and sucked away. The vibrations from her moaning sent Yoongi into a frenzy, causing him to grab her by the hair and push her head down even further. He was hurting her scalp and the girl was choking but that just made her even more wet. Her underwear was soiled at this point.

Yoongi moaned uncontrollably, maybe it was because of the alcohol or maybe she was just that good. Whatever it was it caused him to lose control of his own vocals, now unable to hold back his constant groaning.

"You're fucking good at this, do you suck dick often?" Yoongi asked as he was surprised at how good this whore was. She let out some indecipherable noise and Yoongi chuckled at her struggle. "You slut." He called her.

The woman released herself from his grip and took a mouth full of his balls while stroking and teasing his tip. This caused Yoongi to reach his climax and cum all over her face. Heavy pants released from Yoongi's mouth as his orgasm slowly died down.

"What the hell!? You just ruined my dress!" She exclaimed as she quickly stood up.

"I ruined your face too." He chuckles. "Why does it matter? You're already a filthy whore." Yoongi fixed up his pants, walked up to her and grabbed her tight by the hair. He slammed her into the wall and she violently fell to the ground, almost blacking out.

He crouched in front of her and pulled out his gun from his back pocket. She picked her head up and he slowly waved his gun in front of her face then points the tip at her mouth. "Can you suck this too?"

She looked at him, petrified by the sudden change in his demeanor. "ANSWER ME." Yoongi yelled. She vigorously nodded her head and he smiled. "Open wide."

Her eyes quickly and continuously shifted from Yoongi to the gun. "Open wide." He repeated, this time with a heavier tone. She opened her mouth and he slid in the pistol. "Now suck." She began sucking the pistol as tears streamed down her cum stained cheeks.

"Good girl."

Using the palm of his hand, Yoongi pulled the slide of his gun to it's rearmost position and released it to chamber a round. The sound of the clicking caused the girl to scream.

"Shut up the fuck up."

She quiet down, afraid of what he would do if she didn't. He pulled the gun out of her mouth, took out his handkerchief, and wiped it down. "Now, you're going to tell me where Mendez is, okay?"

She slowly nodded her head in fear. "How did you know?" She said as her voice trembled with each letter she announced.

He snickered and pointed to her hand. She noticed the gunpowder from the pistol she passed on to Mendez still on her hand. An almost undetectable yet stupid mistake. Yoongi was use to this kind of thing, he's been in this business for so long that almost nothing could get past his keen eyes.

From a young age, Yoongi's mother exposed him to a lot of crude things. "I don't want a pussy taking over my family business." Is what his mother would always tell his father who was against exposing him to such things like the sex, the drugs, the weapons, the murders. There was even a time his mother shot her sister dead right in front of young 6 year old Yoongi, it happened during dinner time. "Never have mercy, especially towards traitors." A lesson given to him by his very own mother.

They continued to eat, while the butler casually took his aunt's body away. That was the last time he ever saw Aunt Soo Min. His mother never told him what she did with the body. Not that he cared though. She was a traitor, and traitors are to never be forgiven. Anyone who didn't abide by that rule could never survive in the world he was brought up in.

"Now tell me where he is and I promise I won't hurt you."

She looked deep in to Min Yoongi's eyes, something she never should have done. She almost pissed herself, he had no light what so ever to his eyes. His expression was cold and dark, he was serious now. Yoongi placed his gun under her chin sending shivers down her spine. "I'm not going to ask you again."

"H-He's at the Red Inn.. suite 25A" The feeling of relief washed over her as Yoongi gave her a warm reassuring smile. "Thanks sweet heart." He pulled the trigger, blasting her brains all over the walls and on his face. The loud bang of his gun was muffled by the music in the club. Before leaving, Yoongi took her purse with him.

He smiled, licked the blood on his lips and walked out of the back room. Screams were heard as Yoongi made his way outside, someone must have found the body. The mere fact that Yoongi caused such terror and confusion. The fact that everything going on in that club had stopped all because of him, well, it made him feel accomplished, he felt superior and in control. They could trace him down with the 'DNA' left on her, probably. Probably not. As long as he was in the mafia any crime he committed could be easily covered up, along with the help of money. With his face splattered with blood, he called his boys. His blood-lust was at an all-time high now.

"I've got a location."

What a waste of a good mouth.

He thought to himself as he entered the jet black car pulled up in front of the alleyway. They then headed to the inn Mendez was staying at. Luckily, the door to his suit was outside so they didn't have to cause commotion at the front desk.

"Open it." Yoongi commanded one of his men as he wiped his face with his handkerchief. The man swung his sledgehammer over his head and broke the lock. They kicked the door in and stormed into the place, no one was there. At least, that's what Mendez wanted them to think.

"Okay Mendez, you wanna play hide and seek? Because I love that game." Yoongi said as a wide gummy grin ran across his face. "I'm going to count to three, okay?"

As soon as he said this, Mendez popped out of the closet with the gun in his hand aimed directly at Yoongi. The last thing he wanted to do was play "hide and seek" with Min Yoongi. He'd either end up dead or worse, and yes, there is a worse.

"Don't come any closer! What did you do to Rosaline?" Mendez shouted as he trembled in fear. Yoongi's men immediately took up arms to protect him but Yoongi gestured them to drop their weapons which they did.

"Mendez, Mendez..why are you being so disobedient today?" Yoongi talked to him as if he was talking to a 5 year old. "Mother told me you tried selling our goods to another company behind our back. How could you hurt us like that?" Sweat dripped down Mendez's face as Yoongi talked, he knew he wasn't getting out of this easily.

Yoongi took a step forward and Mendez immediately shot him in the shoulder.

"Fuck!" Yoongi shouted as he gripped onto his shoulder in agonizing pain.

"I said stay back!"

"That shit hurt you bastard! Don't you know guns fucking kill?" He rushed up to Mendez and sucker punched him in the face. Mendez fell back into the closet. Now he done fucked up. If he was going to shoot Yoongi, he should have made sure to shoot him dead. It's too late for him now.

Yoongi kicked away the gun Mendez dropped. He crouched down and grabbed him by the collar. "Now, I'm going to give you a chance to tell me where the rest of the drugs are, mkay?"

Mendez was woozy, he couldn't really make out what was happening at that moment after taking such a devastating blow. He knew he was going to die now. He thought about his family, how he couldn't provide enough for them, how he failed and endangered them.

He didn't want to die, at least not until he knew his family would be okay. "They're in the drawer and under the bed, please, just don't hurt me! I have a family.. I need to be there for them." He cried as his words began to slur from his cheek swelling.

Yoongi signaled his men to go check the drawer and bed, the goods were there just as Mendez said. "So you have a family huh?" Yoongi said in a more calm serene tone.

Mendez simply nodded his head. "What is your wife like?" He said as he slowly released his grip from Mendez's collar.

Mendez sniffled and choked out his words. "She's sweet...loving..and very beautiful.."

"Mhm" Yoongi slowly nodded his head. "And your kids? How old are they?"

Yoongi's men collected the goods and loaded them into the trunk one by one.

"One is 4..she's a girl and the other is 10..a boy.. I have another who is 14 but she's in the hospital, she's in a coma."

"Is that why you dragged yourself into such deep shit? So you can provide for your poor ass pathetic little family?"

Mendez stayed quiet and averted his eyes, he knew he could've done better.

Yoongi pulled out a lighter and started flicking it on and off, admiring the light. He flicked it on again and held it in front of Mendez's face.

"That sounds like a nice family, though. Pathetic, but nice. You see this fire? Now watch when I release the knob. The lights immediately go out, see?"

Yoongi smiled, "Just like how this fire goes out, a human's life can go out just as quick. All you need is someone...or something to put it out."

Mendez cried harder, he knew this was the end for him. If he could just be reassured his family would be okay.. if only he could some how bring about the kindness in Yoongi. Did Yoongi even have kindess in him?

"W-Will my family be okay?"

"Sir, we're ready." One of Yoongi's men stated. Yoongi nodded his head and shooed the man away.

"Wait, come back for a second." He said to his guard. "Find this man's family and bring them to the river." He said as he kept his eyes locked on Mendez, smiling at his depleting sanity.

"Please! I'm begging you!! They're not apart of this! Forgive me I'm so sorry!!"

Yoongi frowned and tilted his head, pointing his gun between Mendez's eyes. "You're a traitor, fuck your family." He pulled the trigger, blasting his brains just as he did to Rosaline, the gorgeous Latina.

Yoongi was slowly feeding his lust for blood. Two kills already, he was feeling euphoric, dominant, and even a bit horny. Yeah, sometimes watching people suffer made him hard. That's just the kind of person he is. Truly rotten to the core, the kind of son his mother proudly raised.

Yoongi always conducted killings himself. He wasn't the kind of person to have others do it for him. He was selfish with his kills, and the next four belonged to him. He was at the river bank now with Mendez's family. Mrs. Mendez was weeping, she knew this day would come. She just didn't know it would come so soon.

The children were confused as to why they were there. They continuously asked, "Mama, what's happening?" "Mama, where is papa?" Yoongi slowly paced back and forth in front of them, waiting for the last kill to be delivered. He was getting impatient again.

He walked up to his guard in anger. "Where the hell is the coma bitch?"

"They're having trouble finding her, sir. Just be a little more patient, please."

"Who the fuck are you calling impatient?"

"S-Sorry, I wasn't thinking."

"Yeah, start using your brain. And get that bitch to stop praying in Spanish, it's annoying."

Yoongi's face suddenly lit up when he turned around. "Oh the guest of honor is finally here!" He rushed up to the unconscious girl one of his men was holding and cupped her face between his hands. "Aren't you just adorable."

He dragged her to her family and laid her next to her mother who was distraught. Without hesitation he killed all 4 people one by one, execution style. The screams of terror exhilarated Yoongi.

Normally, he wouldn't kill someone's family, but the man involved his wife by telling her information she should never have known about. The kids.. they had to die because, why leave them alone, right? He thought he was doing them a favor by letting them die with their parents, and they were doing him a favor by feeding his lust for blood. It's a win win, right?

The clean up was left to the guards, while Yoongi finally headed home for the night. Once home, a sudden surge of pain hit Yoongi like a truck. He was so high on adrenaline that he'd forgotten about the bullet wound in his shoulder. The first person to greet him was his mother, "Did you get the goods?" She asked, not even caring that her son was shot.

Yoongi glared at her and groaned. "Yes, I did."

"Good, now go get ready for bed, you have school later. It's 3 a.m."

He obeyed and walked up to his room. He was in the middle of taking off his shirt when one of his maids, Keira, came in with a first aid kit. "Young master, I'm here to tend to your wounds." She said with her light and sweet voice.

Yoongi pulled a chair and sat down. "Start."

She put on her sterilized gloves and began her procedure.

"Did my mother send you?" He asked attentively as he licked his parched lips.

"No, I just happened to see you hurt. You always come back hurt, why is that? Are you that clumsy?" She giggled.

He groaned as she opened his skin a bit more with her scalpel. "It's none of your business, Keira."

"It's always none of my business." She pouted. She wanted to know more about her master, why he would go out almost every night, why he would almost always come back hurt. She's known him for almost 5 years now and she still feels like he's a total stranger to her.

She knew the kind of things he liked, such as his favorite colour, his favorite food, the fact that he loves rap music, how much he loves sleep. She also knew what he disliked. Loud people, liars, traitors, medicine, oatmeal. But she wanted to get closer, she wanted to know more about him. There was just something that made her drawn to him, yeah he was handsome, but it wasn't just that.

She pulled out the bullet and Yoongi tried his best to not grab her. It hurt like hell. "People who aren't involved should stay uninvolved." He huffed out.

His groans turned her on but she had to hold herself back also. She still hadn't recovered from the last time they slept together. "If I told you, I would have to kill you." He warned.

"Sure you will." She replied jokingly.

"I'm serious." Yoongi said now in a more stern tone. Keira didn't get just how serious Yoongi was, she assumed he was joking. She finally finished stitching him up and packed her equipment.

"Okay, dangerous man." She flirted as she left his room. Yoongi simply rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. "Dumb bitch." He mumbled.

After a long day, Yoongi finally got into bed. He smiled as he thought about how much fun he had today. For a normal person, living this kind of life would be too much to handle. But for Yoongi, this was just another normal day filled with adventurous fun and excitement.