The next day.
The chilly cold air filled the streets.
*Gunshots*
In a dark and cold alley, a slim feminine figure walked out to the light, tucking her gun in a holster.
The main streetlights brightened her beautiful yet cold face, Lea, a menacing stare, uncaring about the blood on her facemask or hands.
She picked up a jacket from the floor and threw it like a blaze on top of her tank top which showcased her refined muscles and small waist. Then walked up to an isolated car.
A model is usually known for its smooth drifting at high speeds. As soon as she revved the car it made gunshots more frightening than earlier.
Yet strangely, no one complained or woke up to the noise, as if it were a normal occurrence.
"Lea?" picked up a number she called, a strong voice of a middle-aged man.
"I cleaned it, Don," she respectfully said.
The man on the other side remained silent for a moment. "She's a little busy so she will be a bit late…" It seemed like he was speaking to another person about her.
Lea could hear the other person respond but she couldn't pick up the words.
The middle-aged man got quiet again. Lea didn't seem to mind.
"Your mother will wait for you to come home for dinner. You have one hour to wash up. That's all I could get you," he said casually.
"Yes sir."
As they ended the call, she held the steering wheel tightly and did a burnout with her car, letting out enough satisfying smoke and waiting for the good sound of the tires she drifted in her place and made a U-turn. Her feet danced with her hands and the car roared and disappeared with lovely noise.
The figure of a woman walked into the scene facing the direction of the car.
Her hair danced with the wind of the cold night.
"She just left," monotone voice.
Her eyes seemed amused staring into the distance.
A few moments later.
Lea reached a huge mansion with multiple villas, penthouses, and complexes as if it were a city of its own.
She didn't stop once, and all the security around ran to open the doors for her.
She parked under one of the smaller houses she randomly chose and walked up the stairs.
Lea reached the living room, threw her jacket, and lit a cigarette, smoking elegantly in the dark. But she threw the remaining as she didn't seem to be in the mood.
A few minutes later, her hot figure under the dim lights reached for the clothes as the towel covering her body fell.
She dressed up slowly.
Half an hour later.
Her shadow was in front of one of the biggest penthouses in the area.
She took a deep breath before walking in.
The door opened, she stepped forward and her hair followed.
Lea was a woman of beauty, elegance, charm, and composure.
She had calm laid eyes, long eyebrows, a small nose, sharp cheekbones, and chin. Her face would be a portrait, a drawing of a woman with character, cold demeanor, and charisma.
Her stepmother welcomed her with a bright smile, while her father only exchanged a few glances with her now and then as he read his journal.
The night passed by, and when morning came Lea woke up early.
To her surprise, it wasn't earlier than her father, with his journal and cup of coffee.
She made her breakfast quietly. It was not until she sat down with her plate that he addressed her.
"You were a few minutes late yesterday," without looking her way.
She raised her eyes, "I apologize, I had to wash from the smell."
He turned over the page, "You can take the weekend off."
"Yes, father," she nodded and started eating. Lea does enjoy traveling every weekend and sightseeing in the country. She started planning as it was already Friday.
Footsteps grew closer to the dining room.
"Huh? You guys are up early again. Tsk, this duo," said the stepmother as she walked out of the bedroom with messy hair and sleepy eyes.
Lea took this chance to laugh with her and enjoy some bonding time.
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"We're shopping now." A text Lea sent to a man.
"Okay, be safe. Let me know if you need anything." He texted back. The contact was saved as Aiden.
Lea raised her head smiling, looking at Emily, her friend since high school, in front of her staring at some clothes.
"Which color? Lea?" She turned to her.
"Hm? I think the red looks good," she was woken up from her daydreaming.
Emily stared at her suspiciously. "U thinking about the Aiden guy?"
"What, no." Lea's eyebrows twitched being reminded of what happened. She looked down at her phone, nervous. "Hey, Emily. Can I call Aiden over to stay with us?"
Emily had a huge evil smirk on her face, teasing her friend. "Sure yeah."
"Shh," she shushed her embarrassedly. "Alright I will text him," she looked relieved.
A few moments later.
Lea was looking over trying to find Aiden but he was nowhere to be seen. "Are you here yet?" She double-texted.
"Hm? Yes, I am," a charming manly voice spoke behind her.
She turned around slowly, smiling as they met eyes.
"I can never take you by surprise."
"Should I be afraid of your voice?" She spoke with a sweeter voice compared to usual.
"No. You have no reason to." They kept eye contact. Aiden was a tall well well-built man with medium hair falling to his eyes giving the impression he was a model. He seemed like the kind of man who would turn eyes wherever he walked, especially with the sweet and in-love eyes he was giving Lea as if she was the only thing he wanted to look at, making her feel special.
She didn't understand. She was a mafia woman, a killer, and yet she felt safe in this man's presence, warm. She felt like she could depend on him. Was this what it felt like to have a man?
"Should we join Emily?" He asked as he looked around.
"Should we?" She said tilting her head.
He turned his eyes to her, with a sweet smile, then pulled her closer and held her hand, intertwining their fingers. "Let's go look around until she calls."
"Yes sir," she said giggling.
Emily was left in one of the stores looking around.
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At the same time in one of the villas where Lea was.
"Don, what should we do?" Spoke one of the men dressed in black suits, surrounding a desk.
Lea's father was sitting behind a desk, playing with a coin in his fingers. "Are you still unfamiliar with how we do things, or do I have to remind you?" he growled.
"Lea already took care of the traitors before we could interrogate them. She's always moving on her own," continued the man.
Another jumped in, "She's the best at what she does!"
"But she doesn't follow orders! What use is a hunting dog if he doesn't follow his owner? Sheis UNSTABLE! YOU SAW HER, didn't you?"
Suddenly everyone went silent.
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Lea was laughing shyly, holding onto her man's arm.
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The father, spoke, "She listens to me. That's all that matters."
The enraged underling mustered up his courage, breathing heavily. "It's only a matter of time. That woman, we both know it! We both see it! Her ambition knows no bounds! SHE WILL TAKE EVERYTHING YOU BUILT! She wants to be the best. She is already the best when she never faced a setback. When that triggering moment happens, her growth will know no bounds. And we all know what can trigger her. "
The father's fingers froze. "She is good at killing. Perfect even at handling her missions and going beyond what meets the eye. But she is no leader." He raised and opened his arms. "Look at her. She can't even get approval from you! How can she rule over you?!" He said sarcastically. "And for that incident. She will never know. She Better, Not, know," his voice changed.
The man scoffed. "Won't she follow her father's footsteps? Kill her father and his close aids and replace them? Just like how we did? How you did?-"
The father's eyes changed to anger as he clenched his teeth, cutting the man's sentence. "Do you believe I won't kill you?"
The man squeezed his knuckles. "The cycle will repeat itself. Arkan," he growled. "You trained a sweet girl into a killer for the sake of power. For the sake of having a dog. You ask me why I am anxious. Reminding me how good she is?" He turned angrily to face the others who had spoken before. "You think I don't know?" He looked at them laughing, then his expression turned into anxiety. "It's precisely because of that that I am worried!" He turned to the father. "Do YOU reaally THINK…" he walked closer to him and pointed with his finger to his brain, he started speaking so madly that spit came out of his mouth, "Did you EVER think for one small second, that if she ever gets to know the truth. The truth is that we ALL FUCKING Know Arkan. She won't raise her fangs against you?"
The crowd went silent after hearing him utter such words, their breaths and tongues were taken away from them. They were unable to speak, guilty of forgetting what happened 15 years ago.
Arkan's eyes turned hollow as if life left them.
"The medicine won't make you forget! And it won't change who you are! Who WE are! Because I know damn well YOU and EVERYONE ELSE here including ME, will do the Exact Fucking Same thing if given another chance." He started tapping the table with his finger hard, four times. "Get rid of the girl, Arkan. Or you kill everyone here to shut us up for what we saw. We all know how to make the toughest people confess, and so does she. She surpassed you," the last word was spoken sarcastically as the man walked away to leave.
Nobody spoke a word as they started catching glances at each other.
Arkan clenched his teeth watching the door.