Underworld Lord(S): (Synopsis)

Sometimes who or what we are isn't really a decision we willingly decide to do. The circumstances we find ourselves in push us to do it.

But...yes there will always be those who do it willingly and hide behind excuses or bravely accept it.

Always learn to accept your mistakes. Even though it may be difficult sometimes, just try🥰

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The maids and guards stood on both sides of the entrance to the mansion watching as the black Maserati Quattroporte zoomed passed the flowers and stopped at the center of the entrance almost crashing into the fountain followed by a red Bugatti Mistral.

A tall guy with long dark hair that reached his waist came out of the first car and looked around through his sunglasses. He looked at the maids and even though they couldn't see his eyes, from his smirk they could tell that he winked at them. Only the heavens know how much energy it took for them not to scream. He slammed the car door shut and just when he wanted to walk past the maids and guards to enter the house, a hand pulled his hair.

He started shouting in pain with a dramatic cry trying to shake the hand off.

The other man who held his hair, coming from the second car, was a little bit taller than him. He had a messy short hair, sunglasses covering his glaring glaze. Only his furrowed brows showed that he was unhappy. He wore a black shirt with the first three buttons loose with black pants.

They were the rumored underworld lords who showed no mercy to anyone. It was very difficult to get on their good side but very easy to get on their bad sides.

Even the government feared them. The president feared them.

In Country FW, THEY were and the BOSSES.