THIRD PERSON'S POV
"aaarrghhhh" a painful scream left the man on the floor which was pooled with his own blood as his chopped hand splurt blood staining the already blooded wall. "urrgh" he groaned clutching onto his dismantled hand his tears mixing with the blood on his face which was brutally bruised, broken bleeding nose, bursted lip, broken jaw bleeding forehead with a deep cut the sight was disturbing enough to watch but Mr.Lee's smug expression never left off his face he was enjoying the gruesome look on this man and the blood ...this was his best sight at this point, he licked off the blood drops on his lips getting the taste of metal it was satisfying he felt proud.
"They dare send a rat, ha! how smart but the information won't reach on time because .....he's never coming back" he smirked while his bodyguard lit his cigar which he took a long puff.
The man who was blooded on the floor cried in agony but the look in his eyes wasn't fear it was more like he was fearless he wasn't scared at all, Mr.Lee had a sword in his hand dripping blood at the edge, he handed back the sword to his bodyguard in black and walked towards him.
"Am about to change the look on your face" he took a puff again looking at the man below him in a mocking manner. "we all kno...w you won't get any.. thing from do...ing this" the said spy grinned as his blooded teeth made an appearance that's because of the jaw breaking punches that were thrown at him him.
"Say the names and I'll spare you" Mr.Lee narrowed his eyes to him "what a...am I, 5years am g...good as dead wh.. what makes you think I can chan...ge my mind huh?" he spat receiving another jaw breaking slap from the older man making him roll on the stained floor "loyal, aren't we?" Mr. Lee yet again used a mocking tone but he was trying not to loose his already fucked up patience.
Just afew days ago he was to ship a whole truck of drugs but having two trucks dividing the drugs just in case of the police everything was in right plans until a mole made an appearance this was his chance to work with the Italians in the drug dealing bussiness but his plan was interrupted by the time.
Mr. Lee has a connection with the government officials in the police departments under his control he is doing illegal business without even getting notified to the police but suddenly one of the trucks carrying half of the drugs was hacked down the drivers were killed and the drugs disappeared along with the truck this was very big loss to him luckily enough he was able to save the other half of the drugs in the truck after getting to know the spy behind all this they got him in time before he supplied more information about the second truck, for all he knows this was not a police doing then who were these people trailing behind him, this was a wake up call for him.
He was still keeping this tortured man alive so he could get to know the boss behind him, it's been a few hours and he was sure his last string broke, "say hello to Lucifer then" he said under gritted teeth.
BANG!
BANG!
Two bullets in a row made a hole between the man's eyes as more blood stained the old walls and furniture in the dark room, the whole room reeked blood mixing with the air, his limp body fell in the pool of his own blood the smell filled in the room and was nauseating a healthy human can not live in here unless you want a torturing slow death.
No regret was in Mr Lee's eyes he chuckled darkly as if the whole scene was some kind of a joke, "damn bastard" he scoffed while wiping the blood that stained his hands.
"boss boss...you have a call" One of his men entered the dark basement holding his phone with trembling hands "who is it!" he coldly asks
"it...it's Mr.Matteo Denaro" this made Mr.Lee's smirk became meaningful "Good timing, clean this mess" he chuckled getting the phone and walking out of the basement upstairs, this place is inside the mansion and well hidden its his torture chamber no one knows about it, even Jimin himself.
Taking a conformable seat, Mr Lee picks up the phone "Ciao Mr.Lee" [Hi ] an Italian accent voice rang through the line "Ciao Mr Matteo contento è chiamato" [Hi, Mr Matteo glad you called] Mr Lee replied back with the Italian accent, wait....what! ಠಿ_ಠಿ
"Dispiace che avete ottenuto la metà di il mio regalo" [am sorry you got half of my gift] Mr Lee apologize because the package was to reach in Italy but only half was delivered "non preoccuparti, signor Lee, mi piace il tuo regalo, ecco perché lavorerei con te, ci vediamo tra due settimane" [dont worry mr lee i like your gift thats why i would work with you see you in two weeks] The two chuckled while speaking a few things in Italian he got the Italian deal.
After the small talk, Mr Lee's mood took a turn, he was now happier. He went downstairs and took a seat, he was thinking about the trip he has in two weeks he was excited but again he still thought about someone else "Jimin" he mumbled he was not planning on leaving him behind was he? but again it was dangerous to take him among mafia men he knew he shouldnt bring a gem in the eyes of thieves, his thoughts got interrupted when he heard soft footsteps.
Jimin today finally made it in time he sigh in relief "Hello uncle" he bowed the moment he came infront of him "oh hey Jimin I see you made it early today" the older man chuckled, 'he seems in a good mood now is a good time to tell him' Jimin thought "master.... urgh" Jimin was startled when the older pulled him on to his lap "what did you want to say" he whispered in his ears sending cold shivers to his spine now Jimin wanted to change his mind "I...we have.....a trip....in two ...weeks I...was a .. asking...." he was too nervous to finish his sentence let alone the hands that wrapped around his waist tightly "my permission? well great I approve it, I trust Mr.Kim to take care of you" Jimin was suprised he didnt have to do much talking this time 'then I don't have to ' Mr Lee's plans seemed to flow perfectly this time and he wasnt in a bad mood.