'Nothing Like Us' taekook

 ‼️ Warning ‼️ This chapter contains torture scenes and violence .You can skip it but you'll miss important information about the characters.



A man crawled out of bed, sat at the edge , tousling his scruffy, dark brown hair, getting up and dragging his feet to the bedside table on the left side. Taking out a packet of cigarettes, he shuffled towards the window, leaning his shoulder on the glass.

He sniffed the cigarette, rubbing it under his round nose, lit it and took a few furtive puffs. Smoke lingering on his tongue, exhaling it, expanding to create a large cloudlike shape. He could see his vague reflection on the misty window. His sleepy eyes peering through the glass with the slick, white curtains , trailing over the towering skyscrapers of glass and steel, dominating the skyline.

The huge neon lit sings flashing the bustling commotion on the streets.

Las Vegas.

The Sin City.

The entertainment capital of the world.

Gambling in extravagant casinos, the playground of the rich and famous. Glitzy and glamorous.

Wild partying with bougie girls, starving for luxury and ready to fulfil any man's fantasy.

Shopping in expensive brand stores and dinning at the finest restaurants enjoying gourmet dishes made by top chefs.

And there was the ugly, dark side that thrives on a veneer of sleaze, in a city wracked by desperation, poverty and crime.

Kim Taehyung was somewhere in between.

He slightly swifted his head, glancing at two gorgeous beauties,lying naked on his bed and smirked. He hadn't paid much attention to them before cause he was too absorbed in work when Alexander brought them to his room and because women and unfortunately men threw themselves on his feet more often than he wanted.

Women were welcomed. Men,on the other hand, were out of the question.For a busy casino owner like him fucking was his way to relieve stress and blow off some steam. Variety in bed was an enjoyable luxury he regularly experienced, often indulging in threesomes, foursomes or even raves. He had 'specific tastes' and always got what he wanted.

No strings attached. No fake morality and restrictions.Simple, mind-blowing lust and control. That's the way he liked it. He wasn't questioning his decisions, didn't have second thoughts and played a hard game in his personal and professional life. Dealing with compulsive gamblers, the cops and the underground wasn't an easy task but he was a complicated, determined person.

He had found a way to balance between his legal and illegal activities and had earned the title of the most notorious man in Vegas. The police and the mafia weren't posing a threat to him. They feared him, knowing he was protected by the Yakuza. Nobody dared to mess with him cause they'd pay with their lives.

He had one basic code in life. 'Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger .' And one basic rule. 'No killing inside his casinos.'

Both kept him alive.

He took two more puffs before erasing the cigarette in the black ashtray as he grabbed his clothes from the floor. Lazily, he put on his handmade, customise black tuxedo and threw the jacket on his left shoulder.

" Master.. where are you going?" A sweet, dozzy voice asked.

He didn't bother to turn his head or comment on the nickname." Got to go." 

" Will we see you tomorrow?" 

" You know the answer to that." he replied sternly, walking out the room.

Outside the penthouse,he met his P.A along with four of his personal guards.

" Get rid of them. Don't want to find them here when I return." 

" Yeah boss." Alexander nodded and continued." Adrian called. There's some trouble at the 'Stigma'. Big trouble.He needs you."

" Tell him I'm on my way. And bring someone to clean the mess." He got into his private lift, his guards following him, pressed the button for the ground floor of his casino, reaching his office above the gambling room.

He threw his jacket on one of the black, leather couches, went to the bar, grabbed a bottle of aged whiskey, poured a generous amount in a glass, gorging it in one go. Then he sat at the edge of his desk, checking the six lines of tv monitors across him.

Taehyung was always meticulous when it came to his work. He wouldn't tolerate disobedience, disloyalty and stealing. He loved his job as it gave meaning to his existence.

After years of research he had developed a mathematical model which integrated gamers' of casino visits. Their total wages, distribution of their bets at table games versus slot machines to determine if revenue from specific players was from ' skill' or' luck'. And quite useful in identifying potential threats.

He had also produced demographics to assist in valuable marketing insights. For instance, wonen spent more time to slot machines than table games on contrary to men who preferred blackjack, roulette and poker. Where the big game was happening.

Everything seemed in place. The knock on the door didn't distract his attention from the screens. Adrian, his chief of security entered without waiting for response and approached him.

" How were the twins?" He scanned him to check his reaction but as usual he was left empty handed. That man was impossible to read. Sombre and dour with a constant menace in his eyes.

" Hot." he stated blantantly as if he was talking about the weather. Adrian huffed.

" That good,huh?" 

" A pussy is a pussy." 

" And an ass is an ass! What's your point?" 

"Shut up!" 

Taehyung was boiling deep inside Adrian could tell but he would never show it or admit it.

"You've got no manners!" 

" It's the fucken truth." 

"Allow me to disagree, boss." 

When the man called him boss he was in the mood for teasing which V found unnecessary and dull." I know your opinion when it comes to women. I'm glad I don't share your enthusiasm." 

" Women are treasures. Valuable assets in a man's life. Intriguing and mysterious. Full of passion.You want to protect and love them." 

Taehyung had no experience to the concept of love.He didn't want it, wasn't looking for it. Didn't need it. He strongly believed it was unnecessary and overrated. Caused more trouble than it solved.

" Says the guy who got divorced three times. I want to control and fuck them."

" That's besides the point." he spoke back, taking a seat next to him." You're really fucked up boss..Still drinking?" He glared at the bottle on the desk.

" What are you? My mother?" He stood up, walking towards the screens." Tell me what we've got." 

Adrian huffed at his boss. The unique way he would avoid talking more than necessary." Table ten, blackjack. Some weirdo making a fuss at the dealer after losing. He was betting a farm! I handled it. The slot machines in row six, crashed down, spitting money like crazy. Fools growling at the sight of quarters. Send Mason to deal with it." 

" That's it? Alexander said it was big."

" Yeah.." the man swallowed his words for a brief moment knowing exactly how he'd react." Maseti again." He scrunched his lips, shoving one hand inside his blue navy pants.

" I thought he left Vegas." 

" He's back. Lost more than two million in Roulette. Table five. He went ape, he was too wasted and made a pass at the dealer.. Sophie." 

" How aggressive?" 

" He grabbed her ass, boobs, tried to kiss her..need I go on? It was nasty..the fucken asshole!" Alexander snarled in repulsion." He was given a..warning.."

" That's it?" Taehyung suspected it was more than just a simple pass.

Adrian knew his friend and boss too well. By telling him the whole truth, which seemed ridiculous to hide since he would eventually find out, he was singing Maseti's death sentence. But Adrian didn't have these sort of hesitations. He enjoyed a good beating as much as a painful killing.

" The son of a bitch followed Sophie to the toilet after being warned to leave her alone and tried to attack her." He got sick to his stomach thinking about it. The young woman was a mess. Shaking and crying.

Taehyung fingers spread like claws and shut again in clenched fists. His eyes squinted, turning even darker than before. Raw rage shot through him, waves of irritation and disgust pricked him but he kept his frustration in check.

The man was ruthless when it came to messing with his people. They were his family and he was known for protecting them at any cost. Nobody dared to come into his casinos and mess with his staff , if they didn't have a death wish! He detested predators and had zero tolerance to sexual assaults or abuse.

Although he remained inert he really wanted to kill the bastard with his own hands ." Where is he now?"

" Guy and the boys took him to the warehouse in the desert ,teaching him a lesson, waiting for you." 

" Call him. Tell him to keep him alive. I'm one my way." He stuffed his hands in his rear pockets to hide the trembling." Give Sophie the week off and a generous bonus. Whatever she needs." he coldly instructed Alexander, who nodded ,took out his phone, informed Guy they were coming and waited for Taehyung.

The man pressed the red button of Yosef's number in the control room.

" Big Brother speaking "

" Big boss calling." 

" Will you be busting my balls again?" the man joked on the other side of the line, his eyes running from one screen to the other with the speed of lightning.Adrian hid his laughter.

"Not if you give me a good excuse on how the fuck it slipped you attention. Then you might keep your balls." Taehyung answered back,the corner of his mouth slightly wrinkled to what might be considered a smile? V never smiled.

He was most likely born with a sneer and a bad attitude." Row six.."

" Some jackass , lowlife prick with a lot of free time in his hands and a Robin hood syndrome tried to hack our system but the backup I created and installed kicked him right out. No harm's done." 

" Did you locate the sourse?" 

" Is that even a question? In a blink of an eye! It was from within the casino. The dumbass didn't bother to use multiple IP addresses. Just one." he laughed , shaking his head." Guy gave him a farewell gift..two broken arms and a new face. Not even his mother will recognise the bastard." he stated proudly , chewing his mint gum and Taehyung could picture his brown skinned face smirking.

" Good. Got to take care of.. someone now ." Taehyung replied ready to hang up.

" Maseti?" 

The man hummed.

" The guy is a ass! Break his bones, will you?" 

" I'll do more than that." That promise was to himself. For the things he wanted to forget. The things he wanted to erase. The memories haunting his mind. He wanted revenge. Justice. And V always got what he wanted! One way or the other.

" Big Brother's out." Yosef hang up going back to his version of the Truman show. That's how he saw everyone at the casino. Puppets. He could observe, interfere and control the outcome and get a kick out of it.

Taehyung grabbed his black jacket and signalled Adrian to follow him. Outside the door the man's bodyguards were patiently waiting for big boss.

" Where to boss?" the bald guy asked.

' The warehouse in Red Rock." 

They walked through the vast, dim underground corridors, connecting the casino to the back door , got inside the two black jeeps, parked to the side of the alley ,heading outside the city, somewhere in the desert. They had warehouses and hiding places scattered around Vegas, for safety reasons.

Taehyung 's gaze didn't betray his uncontrollable rage but his people were used to it. The man was running the business like an advance, high intelligent, computerized robot, a genious, stripped of emotions, demanding the same skills from his men.

Noone could ever guess what was going on in his head. And that due to one man.

Haruto Sato, Jigoku( hellvin Japanese) as he was called, a fierce Japanese Yakuza member and Taehyung's mentor had enpowered and trained him to be effective, ruthless and show no mercy to his enemies or to those who betrayed him. 

Taehyung followed his rules by letter and not even when Haruto died did he exhibit any form of emotion. He inherited his fortune, business and whatever came along with it and made it extremely profitable. Having profound trust issues, Taehyung was very meticulous and trusted only a few people with his life.

His P.A, Alexander Finn. A thirty year old, blond man a wicked devil resembling an angel. An ace in cleaning after his mess, a control freak excellent organisation skills.

Adrian Monk, his Chief of security. He wouldn't take no for an answer, enjoyed beating the crap out of people and had only one weakness. He loved getting married and had just divorced wife number three.

Ryker Benson his Casino Manager and the closest to him. Effective and belligerent at handling the most arduous situation. Ex military, discharged from the U.S Army with honours but somehow lost his way and ended up working for Haruto and consequently for V.

Mason Lucati his Gaming Manager. Obstinate but committed to his job. Diplomatic when dealing with gamblers and ready to take up every role boss would give him.

As for Yosef Broder his Surveillance Operator? The Big Brother as he loved calling himself? Ex Mossad agent. Got tired of killing and working in the shadows and decided to explore other options. He discovered the thrilled of control by monitoring people's lives. A computer genious. 

There were two more men Taehyung trusted completely but weren't part of his illegal activities. Jung Hoseok and Park Bogum. His childhood friends and the two people who knew most of his dark secrets.Living in Seoul, they handled the legal business Taehyung owned. Multy million dollars corporations, acting independent,separated from his casinos.

The man often visited Seoul to breathe the exhilarating air of his country. To remember the things he had, those he lost , the reason he became V and his only purpose in life. 

The jeep slammed on the brakes, creating a cloud of dust, screeched to a halt ,the doors opened widely as Taehyung , Adrian and his men got out.

They entered a barn, proceeded towards the wooden tack room next to a pile of hay. One of the men removed part of it, came across a hidden ,iron door, opened it and got down the wooden stairs until they reached a dingy, narrow tunnel, leading to a huge ,steel door.

Maseti flinched at the sound of the door opening and Taehyung entering. The stinking smell of blood, sweat and mould didn't seem to bother anyone. V advanced menacingly,exuding the air of power and converted rage. His steps steady and determined. His ocean eyes, cold and calculating, glinted in the gloom. His strong features were veiled in shadows but not even darkness could conceal the vulgar intent in his eyes. A force of pure evil, threatening to consume everyone and everything. V was hemmed in a menasing , obscure aura, creating thousands of crazy theories around his existence.

Taehyung grabbed a chair, dragging its feet closer to the trembling man. He looked pathetic. His hands were tied to his back behind the chair, his ugly, disgusting face covered in blood and purple punching marks, several of his teeth were missing and his black shirt was ripped to pieces. His chest had sustained so many deep cuts, bruises, light burns prolonging his agonising torment.

V sat on the chair across him, folding his legs. He took out a packet of cigarettes, lit one , inhaling the smoke and leaning back making himself comfortable.

" How many times have I warned you?" he asked calmly but intimidatingly.

Maseti gulped ,coughing spurts of thick, red blood." Please..no..more..please.." he cried out like a fucken pussy. His lips were so cut and swollen from punching his words were barely heard.

" I asked you a simple question. I expect an answer."

" Please.no more..let..me..go.." Blood insisted on gushing out of his mouth.

Taehyung didn't move an inch." How many times?" he insisted.

" Thr- three..three..times.." he finally spurted out.

" And what did you do?" 

Maseti's breathing came out in sharp knots." I..disobeyed..you.. I'm.. sorry..please..give..me.. another..chance..please.." 

His pathetic pleads infuriated V who threw away his cigarette, unfolded his legs and leaned forward." Strike four. All bets are off. You understand."

" I'll..give .her..money..make..her..rich.. I'll..give..her.. everything.. please..V.. I've..got..kids.." 

" So has she. It didn't stop you from attacking her like a vulture. I've got certain rules and I expect the people who visit my casinos to obey them. Respect them. When you mess with my staff you pay a heavy price..more than money can buy." 

He got up, kicked the chair and walked to the big table at the corner, carefully examining the tools and at the same time rolling up his sleeves, in slow motion. V loved his toys..all of them!

He picked up an OTF knife with a circular,fluted blade and leering he went back to Maseti.

The bastard had peed his pants from terror, screaming, begging, stirring in a vein attempt to break free,threatening then imploring again.

V stood above him blocking his view, crouched down slightly, one hand gripping his hair the other dragging the knife across the bruised, bloody chest, stinging lightly at the wounded flesh and as he pressed it further the man's body spasmed, his eyes blinked, letting out a croaking growl of pain.

Guy and Adrian , leaning against the mouldy wall, were observing totally indifferent to the scene that would make normal people spill their guts out.It was rare for them to watch the big boss in action but entertaining.

" Do you know how long it takes for a person to bleed to death?" he lisped,his eyes blazing razors.

Maseti shook his head, sobbing and his lips quivered, oozing blood and saliva.

" About five minutes..too soon if you ask me. I prefer to watch my prey suffer a long.. painful.. death!" He emphasized the last words.

" Please.. don't..kill..me.. I'll..do.. anything.." A loud, painful sob mixed with a groan left his mouth."Leave..and.. never..come..back.." 

Taehyung couldn't feel sorry for him. He had no heart to feel anything. He was dead inside, driven by pure hate,rage and vengeance." Too late." 

The tip of the sharp blade trailed along his chest, stopping a few inches above his stomach, pressed the sensitive, aching surface shoving the knife in, twisting it around, getting sick pleasure from it.

The older man screeched at the harrowing throb as it lashed across his body. He writhed, sucking in sharp breaths." Urgh..urgh.. please.." he spoke haitingly from the chartering pain.

When V abruptly pulled out the knife, running it upwards , between his ribs and stabbed him again, he went rigid, letting out loud growls, quivering and wracking. Thick, red blood popped out , staining Taehyung's hand and shirt.

Taehyung 's eyes glittered with contentment and twisted joy rippled through him , savouring the feeling of watching the bastard's torment. Maseti's body sustained multiple stabs ,not deep enough to die on the spot but serious enough to bleed to death, slowly and agonisingly.

The process made Maseti pass out two or three times from the tedious throes. V instructed his men to throw buckets of cold,salty water on him to revive him adding more pain. The torture lasted too long till Maseti gave up, his body spasmed and panged, his eyes rolled, his head tossed to the side and..he died.

The floor beneath and around the dead man was soaked in a pool of thick red blood and the awful smell inside the mouldy basement reeked, stirring their stomach. Taehyung took out his white, silk handkerchief, wipped the spots of blood from his hands and threw it next to the body, making a disgusted grin about his shirt.

" Get rid of him. Burn the place. Leave no trace." he ordered as calmly as ordering coffee, signalled Guy and Adrian to go with him, leaving three of his men behind.

In the car, he lazily grabbed a shirt from a compartment, , got rid of his bloody one, put it on ,sat back, stretching his legs and closed his eyes." Wake me up when we get to Stigma." 

It wasn't until the jeep parked at the dim alley that Taehyung opened his eyes. 

" Are you coming to the casino?" Adrian asked.

Taehyung pushed the door open, got out and stretched his body, twisting his head around. His muscles were stiff." Nope.. I've got other plans." he stated coldly and went inside as the two men stayed behind.

" I'll never get him." Guy confessed, lightning up a cigarette and offering one to Adrian." I mean I'm taught.Some might say ruthless and blood thirsty but he.. he's something different. The way he looks when he kills people. The pleasure he gets..it gives me the creeps." 

" Welcome to the club pal." he agreed, taking a puff , feeling it calming his stressed body." He's hard, better say impossible to read. We've all done things we're not proud of and still have a life. We laugh and cry, get angry.." he huffed." He's like a zombie." 

" I wonder if he was born like that. He never talks about his family, his past." 

" We all have our secrets. Our demons. He is no exception."

" V is the demon." Guy joked, throwing his cigarette on the ground and started walking to the door.

" Don't let him hear you." 

" Why? He'll take it as a compliment." 

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While swanking in the corridor to the lift Taehyung called Alexander." Get me two. Blond this time." he dictated his assistant and cut the call. It was a common secret what was going on inside the four walls of his bedroom and Alexander was responsible for finding suitable women for his tastes. And they were plenty out there willing to indulge to Taehyung's 'sessions'. Alexander found it slightly creepy but he executed his orders to the best of his abilities. The boss had some regulars but always looked for variety.

V was in the mood for some fun tonight. He took the private lift, reached the penthouse and went straight to the bathroom.

The clothes were thrown away as he hopped into the shower.Warm water running on his buffed , extremely well built body offering him relaxation, getting rid of the stink he felt being close to that bastard. After a while he got out, stood in front of the big mirror and took a good look.

Taehyung was an extraordinary handsome man. His strong features exuded power and dynamic, driving women crazy with lust. No woman in their right mind would refuse spending one night with him. His lustrous,ocean eyes, dark as the night and deprived of emotions, had the ability to make everyone shiver either from fear or yearning. His red cherry lips, parting like a loose bow that has just launched an arrow were alluring. His broad, beefy structure , well built curves always visible through clothing, the biceps, result of his hard training, were a significant addition to his abbrasiveness.One might get the impression he was demure but in his case things can be deceiving.

V was walking amongst mazes and arduous paths in a dense forest of distorted ideas, concepts and morality. Had no fears. No pity or remorse. His whole existence was veiled in a cloud of mystery, intriguing myths and rumours. Some true ,some exceeding .He didn't mind. He preferred it that way.

It kept enemies and predators away. Gorgeous women to his feet.

He dried his hair, put on his favourite cologne, wrapped a towel around his torso and returned to the room. The knock on the door made him hault.

" Enter."

Alexander came in, hands stuffed in his pockets." One thing I love about you is your remarkable stamina." he noted smirking.

" Just one? I'm offended." 

Alexander shook his head, scoffing.

" The girls are here. Should I let them in or are you having second thoughts?" 

" When did I ? Did you explain the rules?

" Of course, boss." he confirmed knowing how vital it was for V. Consent being the key word. He never forced anyone.

" Oh almost forgot. Your new toys have arrived. I put them in their place." His head leaned to the right, pointing at the closet room." Excellent opportunity to test them." He winked at the boss but he looked unbothered.

" Send them in in five." 

He didn't wait for a confirmation, he opened the door of his closet , walked across the room, pushed a few clothes aside and pressed a small button on the left side. The wall cracked open revealing his favourite hidden stash. Oddly he felt his cock getting hard at the sight. Leather spanking paddles, floggers, handcuffs, wrist and thigh restrainers, leather collars,nipple clamps, ankle cuffs, nipple suckers, blindfolds and gags, butt plugs and a huge variety of dildos..the list was endless. 

Yes! He had weird , explicit tastes. Enjoyed welding control and pain, domination and submission but mostly discipline. He had a kink for edging, Japanese Bondage and orgasm denial.The women he fucked had similar tastes or adjusted to his.They trived in fulfilling their ' master's ' twisted desires and it goes without saying that the sessions were strictly between adults and of course consensuals. Ironically he had certain principles.

He grabbed a few toys and returned to the bedroom. Two tall, beautiful, blonde women, in their late twenties, provocatively dressed came in and shut the door behind them.

" Strip." He clenched the flogger in his hand.

" Yes master." both replied, eagerly anticipating his domination and their submission. Their hands glued to the side, head hanged low, not making eye contact with their master.

Clothes we off, standing completely naked in his dark, menacing eyes.

" On your knees. You know the rules. If you disobey , you'll be punished.You'll take turns when and if I order you. Understood?" His stern, dominating voice aroused them but stood still.

" Yes, master." Each of the women obeyed and took position placing both hands behind their backs, eyes on the floor.

" Your safe word is red." 

" Yes, master." 

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Most of his tension was gone and so were the women. He had another relaxing shower and got ready to hit the sack when his private phone rang. Only three people had that number and one of them calling him at this hour was disturbingly alarming.

" Hey love!" The sweetness of his voice was a nice change but when he heard the crying and sniffling from the other line scorching, blazing lave run through his veins." Stop crying and tell me what's wrong." 

He carefully listened and controlled his raging anger in an attempt to calm the other side." Please don't worry about anything. I'll handle it myself." After another round of weeping and mumbling Taehyung managed to ease the worries and hang up.

Eyes blazed with anger, fists squeezed the veins in his face and neck bulged with uncontrollable rage and menace.

" Nobody fucks with Kim Taehyung and lives to tell the story." he growled , hurriedly getting dressed and storming out of the penthouse.

( Author's note. I won't be writing and you won't be reading sex scenes between Tae and women. The first chapter is an important introduction to Taehyung's complicated, messed up character. It's essential to understand his point of view and connect the missing dots when the story unfolds. So be patient 😉)