1 Chapter 1: She, him.

The weather has grown progressively colder in the past few days. She let out Misty Huff's of air in front of her as she walk, keeping an eye open, looking for any suspicious character lurking around.

She isn't a normal girl. She is tougher than most of the men. She's confident and ambitious. Her hair was pitch black and plunged over her shoulders. She had a sculpted figure and a sun kissed skin. Her waist was tapered and a pair of arched eyebrows made her even more pretty. Her delicate ears framed a dainty nose. She had a grungy style in cloths, over all she looked beautiful on the outside a great complexion of what she's on the inside.

The area was pretty much deserted and quite only the sound of her boots could be heard. But soon she heard the sound of another boot behind her. She realized it keeps following her, being unsure she sped up her pace and the foot steps sped up as well. She confirmed it.

"She's been followed"

She turned to see who's behind her, A hooded figure followed her like a terrifying shadow. She smirked and She break into Sprint. She decided to turn right running down an alleyway that was darker with no people.

She hid behind a trash can, waiting for her chaser to pass by. He passed by the dumpster and as per her plan, she leaped out and attacked him. He made a strangled noise as she attached herself to his back and putting him in a chokehold. He tried so hard to release himself and tried to punch her on her stomach but nothing seemed to work out, He fainted. She searched through his clothes and took out a card from his pocket.

She breathed out "Alley 43, Detective named James, clean up in five" she said in her phone as she kicked him once again leaving the place.

She is one of a kind, a cold grumpy girl in the view of outside world but a fearful, Fastidious queen in the underground mafia game.

Her father opposed the idea of her entering the mafia world, He believed mafia business isn't for the girls but she proved it all wrong. Now she's the best and the most powerful mafia in the whole nation.

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[Trigger warning]

He could feel the blood relishing down the skin of his wrist. He let his head lay back against the tiled wall and bored his eyes through the ceiling. This isn't something new, this is the only way he feels alive.

The crimson blood reached the tips of his delicate fingers, the blood scattered all over the place, he was in such agony that he couldn't even realize his pain anymore.

"Win" A voice yelled banging into the door which caused him to sit back up. He pulled off his black shirt and wiped his hand on it and wiped the blood on the floor with it. He got back up to his feet in an unstable manner.

He twisted the doorknob with shaky hands and opened the door. "please help me win, They are trying to kill me" the boy on the other side said. His hair is glossy black. He is shirtless, sweating, bleeding profusely. One of his hands clasped over the wound in order to help prevent the flow.

"I can't" he said and shut the door on his face.

"Win, you fucker. Is this how you repay me, I'm your brother for god's sake-" the man on the other side who identifies as win's brother yelled.

"It doesn't bother me in any way, I've already warned you not to deal with those mafia gangs, now suffer" he said.

He was a sweet and kind man before but the life forced him to change into a cold hearted jerk who cares about nothing. His life reached the bottom pit when his parents died in a car crash, he's left alone with his brother. His brother spent all the money that his parents left on gambling and drugs caring nothing about him and joined into a mafia group and chose to become a traitor selling their information to the enemy group. In win's point of view he deserved to be killed.

Win suffered a lot, he couldn't go to school like other teenagers go, Starved himself when he didn't have enough money to buy food. He fell into depression and still struggles with it, He was 15 for god's sake. It's been 5 years he's now twenty, he have a good job and enough cash flow, but the wounds already left a scar.

Once his ex- brother left the place he took a shower and put on his cloths and walks to the place he always goes to. 'Indigo' the club for the rich. He isn't that rich or have a lot money either, he just don't know where to spend the money he earns so he wastes it here. Spend now, earn later is his motto in life.

He ordered some expensive drinks and gulped them one by one. The girls were just seconds away from surrendering to the black-haired boy. He had a well toned body with good amount of muscles and a tattoo of rose with thorns in right hip bone. He potrayed the main character looks.

He let his head tilt back as he allows himself to gulp down even more of the alcohol even if his body was begging for him to stop. He watched the woman dancing before him. Their bodies were barely covered and their lips had the redness one could ever ask for. Their hair flowed gently as they move seductively looking straight into his eyes.

"Win?" the boy looked over at the man whose face wasn't clearly visible. He couldn't able to identify him due to the amount of alcohol in his veins and the comical amount of changing lights. He didn't bother answering, too intoxicated to say or do anything.

He took another shot. The man grabbed him and pulled him out of the club. The music was so loud, nobody would've heard even if he yelled for help. He stayed silent and moved out with the man. He pushed him in a black car, the push was slightly rough which made his head hit the seat. He lied there with no energy to get up or fight against the unknown man. He stayed silent for the rest of the ride while the man drove him off to somewhere win never heard off.