★ FL's POV ★
Five years ago, I met him for the first time when he pointed his blade at my family. I begged him to let my family go, that I would do anything he asked, crawl at his feet, lick his shoes, as long as he didn't kill them. But he scoffed, his gaze cold. "I am not responsible for your family's downfall. I never intended to kill any of them just because of our feud," he promised with an empty smile.
But before I got home, the wall of my home was covered with the blood of my father, my mother, my elder siblings! Scattered in pieces, all my family wealth, position, and assets claimed. Leaving my fiancé and kid brother hanging by rope with their lives on the line.
On that day, I swore to the heavens and earth by the blood of my family to kill Sinclair, destroy his domain, and rebuild my empire on his lost legacy.
And tonight, the blood and hardwork I put into becoming an assassin under the Fugimaka clan after leaving syndicate to my fiance, will come to fruition.
A contract to take out Zenkai Kastone, Godfather of Kawagashi region, was assigned to my company, and I was listed as the agent to take him out. With months of painstakingly following and mapping out his schedules, familiarizing myself with who, where, and what he meets and does. Our plan, or should I say my plan, was flawless.
Deciding to take him out in one of his clubs that he most frequented, I sat at the far end of the room, dressed to catch his eyes.
"Report, Butterfly." Akaru, my commander's voice, slipped through the wire in my ears. "What is the situation?"
"Good, I'm locked on the target." I replied, my gaze not leaving his face.
"We will deal with his boys when you give the signal," Akaru hesitated, then continued, "Don't do anything stupid while you are there. You only have one chance."
"Yes, Sir. The mission comes first." I assured him, ending the call. Without giving him another chance to speak, I pulled the wireless earbud from my ear, and tossed it into the glass of vodka I was holding, then gulped it all down, crushing it under my tooth.
"He will die tonight. He must." I swept my gaze over the pulsing club as red light bathed the air like blood washing over glasses. With the floor trembling under my feet, I mingled my way toward the bar.
With my eyes locked on my target for the night, I dangled my foot, acting drunk, falling on the edge of the bar, I shouted to the bartender. "Hey handsome." I chuckled, letting out a small burp, my eyelids positioned heavily on my eyes, while waving side to side. "Get me two Amari." I clashed on the table almost knocking down some glass.
"Coming right up." He responded, picking a bottle.
"Hmm." I hummed with heavy breath, lazily dragging my palm over my face, glancing at Sinclair's direction.
The vein on my neck pulsed at the sight of the laughter on his face, indulging with multiple women by his side.
You dare laugh! I scoffed inwardly, you don't deserve this moment of joy. I turned and took the drink from the bartender.
With practiced precision, I made my way towards him.
"Hey!" One of his men roughly pushed me. "This is a restricted zone."
I weakly let myself fall to the ground, pouring half the content of the drink away, then started sobbing.
"Whhhyyy?" I began, "but I want to go in there." I pointed to Sinclair, practically wailing.
"What is wrong with this bitch?!" The guard added. "Get the fuck out of here."
"What is the noise about?"
A chill ran down my spine as his voice deep yet clear sliced through the air.
One of the men on guard rushed to his side, whispered in his ear. His eyes locked onto me, lingered for a beat, then ordered, "take her away."
"No!" I pushed back like a child throwing a tantrum. "I must meet the love of my life today." I said, standing up in a swift move, then pushed myself through them, knocking them to the ground.
I stormed in, still stumbling, the moment I got to where he was I pull the girl on his lap, then threw myself onto him, claiming his lips.
One of his hands slipped over my waist, while the other grabbed me by the neck and roamed its way up to the back of my head, grabbing me by the hair.
His lips were still warm against mine when he tore his mouth away. His fingers tightened in my hair, yanking my head back so sharply I let out a thin, breathy whimper.
Then he leaned back and with his voice dropped like a blade, he said, "What… is the meaning of this?"
I blinked up at him, letting my lashes flutter clumsily as if I couldn't see straight. "W-Was that… bad?" I slurred, wobbling just enough to sell it. "I—I just… finally got close enough to you."
Clenching his jaw, he muttered, "Close enough for what, girl?"
"To say hello." I smiled, like a sweet, stupid little thing, my fingers pawing lightly at his collar as if I didn't notice the way his men reached for their guns. "Do you know—do you have any idea—how long I've been trying to talk to you?"
Zenkai's eyes narrowed, his gaze turning cold. "I've never seen you before."
"Oh, but I've seen you." I giggled, leaning in. "Every night you come here… I sit over there—" I pointed vaguely toward the bar, swaying. "And I watch. Because… because the first time I saw you, I swear, my heart just…" I hit my chest with my fist, "Boom. Gone. Just like that."
A ripple of laughter went through the women beside him.
"She's sick in the head." They murmured.
But Zenkai didn't laugh. He just stared, annoyance etched in every perfect line of his face. "So you climbed into my lap," he said slowly, "and shoved my companion off me… because you have a crush?"
I nodded earnestly. "Yes… I mean—no—I mean—yes." I covered my face with both hands dramatically. "I'm sorry, I'm so embarrassing. I just really wanted to meet you. You're… you're like a dream, you know? A really handsome dream. And when I saw that girl on you I was furious."
His grip tightened on my waist, "You have five seconds to explain why you're behaving like a stray cat in heat on my lap."
"I told you…" I said, peeking at him between my fingers. "I just wanted to talk to you. Just once. Just… once. If you kick me out after, fine." I hiccuped loudly, nearly falling forward—on purpose. "I'll never bother you again. Promise."
Disdain flashed in his eyes. "You think I believe any of that?"
"No." I pouted. "But I hoped you'd let me stay long enough to… look at you." I caught my breath so my face would become flushed.
Suddenly, from the corner of my eyes, I saw something flash in his eyes. Curiosity, despite his irritation.
And that was all I needed to make him take the bait.
He exhaled through his nose like he was done with the entire world. Then, with a slow flick of his fingers, he gestured to his men.
"Everyone. Out."
The room froze, tiny imperceptible gasps erupted from the girls looking down on me like angry crows.
"But sir—" one of the guards started.
Zenkai didn't look at him. "I said out. Leave us."
His companions stood reluctantly, bristling, but they obeyed, making their way out as the music outside swallowed their footsteps.
Leaving just him and the girl he thought was drunk.
With his hand still in my hair, his breath still brushing my cheek, his annoyance still simmering, he leaned in, voice soft, "Now," he murmured, "let's find out what you really want from me."
Slowly I pressed myself on him, taking my time as my fingers found their way underneath his clothes. "I want you to fuck me...hard."