For the last two hours, I have just been sitting in bed staring out of the window of the room where a eucalyptus tree was fluttering its leaves in sync with the breeze. It was a sunny day, and occasionally some sparrows came and rested on the branches, then flew away, singing some melody, which was the only thing keeping me sane in the pin-drop silent room.

I knew I was doomed. I got myself involved with the two biggest mafia clans just because I was bored. I only wish I hadn't hacked that fucking account. Then perhaps I would be chilling alone with computers and files.

If only the fucking account hadn't turned out to be The Darkmoon's fucking property, then I would have been playing with makeup and some girls, not sitting alone in a room as a hostage. If only I hadn't gotten myself involved with Krystal Blake-

Krystal Blake, I don't know why just recalling her name makes me feel something weird. Her secrecy, her cold yet powerful demeanor, her chilly icy voice, her blank, emotionless face, the mask she always wears to hide her emotions behind those stony, stormy grey eyes, has caught my interest.

I remember the muffled sound of crying coming out of the creaked door of the bathroom, the sound of gasping for air, and waking up in the middle of the night. How can someone be so broken yet so strong? How can someone be so powerful yet lifeless?

And what the even fuck is between the Cobras and her? Like I know, we are rivals and all, and competition, kidnapping, and murders are common, but somehow I feel there is something else, something much stronger than the rivalry that made both groups hate each other to that extent that they-

Wait, hate-

'Well... I don't really hate her.' I remembered Krystal's words and the moment her eyes showed a weird sense of longing, making her statement look honest, and I knew it must have a deeper meaning, some important thing...

I sighed and rubbed my head with my hand, and winced when my fingers accidentally ran over a bruise on my face.

'Well, first you need to get out of this babe-' I thought as I looked around the room, which I had already looked at a hundred times in the past two hours, but I really need to get out of this, I need to-

Wait, why the fuck do I even need to get out of here? Like there is no one waiting for me out there, just a father who is already braindead and on machines? or just a bunch of members who don't care about me and just desperately need drugs or money? The only person who loves me and who adores me as a sister was here, and I didn't even know whether he was alive or not.

I need to find a way to save Brett; he was not raised in a mafia, hell... he doesn't even belong here; I still curse myself for accepting his idiotic offer to be my assistant.

Perhaps I was just greedy, greedy for someone on my side who genuinely cares, who rejoices in my success and mourns my failures, who scolds me like a mother.

Oh! my mother dearest, but I was grateful to have her in my life. If she wasn't there, then I would be rather weeping over the stinging pain which was happening in my leg but I was used to it, I still remember once my mother or ova donor, tied my leg with a rubber string so tight for three hours just because I didn't wear the dress which she gave me to look 'presentable' in front of the guests which were supposed to be the more eligible future in-laws, I still clearly remember the throbbing, the numbness, the weird cold feeling you get when the blood supply was cut for way too long, I had to attend physiotherapy to straightly walk again, that's something to think about afterward.

I clearly couldn't try to sneak out of this building as Krystal mentioned about the scanners placed everywhere, and not that I could run or anything with the injured leg. I suddenly recalled about the chips I handed to Krystal, and I don't know why some portion of my brain hoped for her to come.

I shook my head and clear the stupid thought away from my mind, 'What the fuck you are even thinking Adri? From when did other gangs start saving their rivals?'

My eyes spotted the glass jar filled with water and grinned, 'Even if I can't win, I can't let them win so easily. I smirked as I took the water jar in my hand and drank some of it, as it's not nice to waste the water.

I put the glass jar on the floor beside the bed and watched content spilled on the wooden flooring also with the shattered glass. I quickly leaned forward and grabbed a little piece of glass and closed my palm, hiding it under a fist. The glass piece pierced my palm's skin, but I didn't even blink at the pain. The sensation even kind of excited me.

I heard footsteps outside the room, and I quickly corrected my posture, thanking the fact that the walls were thin.

The lock clicked, and the door opened hastily and none other than the Asian beauty appeared from the door, I had forgotten what was her name, so even if she was my kidnapper number two, I will call her Asian Beauty, because what to say? I admire beauty, even if it's wicked.

"The fuck are you doing?" she questioned as her eyes roamed over the messy floor.

"It just slipped," I answered innocently, and she raised her brows at me.

"So, now you are not playing dumb." She took some steps into the room and locked the door behind her, and I unintentionally gulped at the click of the latch.

"What?" I was confused, but I put my hand inside the quill covering my lap and she grinned.

"Oh, yesterday didn't you were not letting anything out from the pretty mouth of yours?" She started taking some steps in my direction.

I raised my brows at her comment, "So my mouth is pretty, huh?" I asked, teasing the snake.

"Haha- Indeed your mouth is pretty, I wonder what it will look if I just poured some acid in it.... can we try it...huh? Honey... " She said with an evil smile on her face that made my stomach churn, and a weird shiver ran down my spine at each word she said in a low, evil voice.

"What do you want?"

"Aww, coming straight to the point, are we?" With the final step, she was standing beside my bed on the opposite end, where the jar was broken. Her face was so beautiful yet blank, her eyes so stunning yet wicked, her flawless straight hair resting on her shoulder, and her black t-shirt was way too tight, showing me her perfectly carved body structure.

"Ahem-" she cleared her throat, forcing me to reclaim my senses, which had been dazed by the beauty.

"I-I asked, what do you even want from me?" I mentally groaned at my shutter and the Asian beauty chuckled.

She raised her left hand and fixed her hair. "Well, I just want to ask some questions." She said, and I rolled my eyes.

"I don't know anything about the Darkmoon's plan." I lied, concealing the truth about the chips, and she laughed.

"Oh, I know you don't." She replied and took a seat on the bed next to my injured leg.

"Huh?"

"That bitch isn't stupid enough to spill her plans to anyone," she said, her eyes dangerously staring at my face, and I kept my blank, confident face.

"So what do you even want to know?" I asked. I was totally clueless about what the fuck was going on in her mind.

"What were you doing in that bitch's room?" She questioned, and I was taken aback by the fact that she knew about the sleeping arrangements in Dark Moon's mansion.

"Sleeping duh-" I replied, perhaps I don't like my life that much, that's why I always answer shit that enrages the other, and as the result of my answer she grabbed my face and I slightly jumped in surprise.

Her nails dug into my skin and my previous bruises were not helping to make the impact less painful. I still maintained a blank expression, which angered her even more as she tightened her grip on my mouth.

I sighed, 'Congrats on more bruises, bitch,' but that didn't stop me from teasing her.

"What I am not lying," I said, and she freed my face but before I could even breathe, she captured my throat making me cough at the sudden impact.

"So you were just sleeping there?" She questioned. Her every word was deep, making it sound like some psychopath.

"Y-Yes-" I answered persistently, well I was not lying though, I just slept in that room beside that one day I-

I slightly blushed with the sudden memory, which seemed to confuse or anger the Asian beauty even more. She placed her left leg on my injured feet and increased the pressure, making me slightly wince with the stinging sensation of the pain.

"Why are you blushing? Wait, did she- no, no, she don't-" The woman mumbled something to herself before her eyes met mine again.

"So are you one of her toys again?" She asked, and I was taken aback by her sudden disrespect.

"N-Noo," I said, my voice cracking from the pressure in my throat, making it difficult to speak.

"Then what are you? You can't be a friend or an acquaintance since trusting is not her policy, so the fuck are you and why were you in her fucking room?" She was asking herself more than me.

"C-c-can you f-free me-ee f-rst?" I choked, and she freed my throat but didn't move her leg from mine. I coughed, and she was waiting patiently for me to say anything.

After minutes of coughing, I calmed my breathing and decided to reply with the truth or to say half the truth.

"W-Well, you see, I hacked her account and transferred five million into mine-"

"What?" She was staring at me with disbelief.

"What what?"

"You think I would believe your bullshit?" She was furious, and I raised my empty hand in the air as a peace sign.

"I am saying the truth. You can cross-check my account if you want to see the evidence." I replied, and she opened her mouth and then momentarily closed it.

"So you had planned it beforehand? And you expect me to believe the fucking nonsense you're feeding me?" She moved and now her left leg was in the middle of my legs, and she lifted her body and sat on my injured one, putting all her weight on it, making me groan.

"M-Move your fat-ass away, you woman-" I groaned breathlessly, and she huffed, not moving anywhere. The pain was overflowing in my receptors, making my breathing more difficult. I felt blood ooze out of the bandage on my leg and the pain burned my nerves, but the pain... was exciting me?

"Even if you are saying the truth, K-Krystal letting you into her room doesn't make any sense." She shuttered that the name and that was making me feel weird and curious. What the fuck had happened between them?

"I don't fucking know. Ask her yourself-" I cussed. The pain was increasing every second by second, making my senses lose control over them.

"Ohh, I would whenever I get a chance, but-" She stopped in the mid-sentence looking at my face, my mouth was opened taking deep breaths, my body was feeling a weird surge of adrenaline making me pant even more vigorously.

"Yes, yes, I remember now that my secretory also informed me about the blue pearls, saying something about you two dating-" She trailed off. Her eyes were dilated and dark. I unintentionally gulped between the slow pants.

"We were " I replied, and the woman slapped me. The slap was so hard that I couldn't feel my cheek and feel on the bed.

"Don't fucking lie-" her voice quivered as she launched herself over me slapping me on my face, I was taken aback by the sudden outburst that my defense mechanism worked and my hand in which I was holding the glass attacked the Asian beauty on her face, and the glass busted her lip and she flinched with the sudden impact and the very moment she lost her guard I kicked her stomach with my uninjured leg making her groan, she was surprised with what was happening that I quickly turned her and now I was straddling her, my right hand pinned her both and my legs were across her body.

Pain and pain were all I felt. I was overwhelmed by it as it clouded my capacity to think rationally. I stared at the trail of blood from her lower lip to her chin and down to her neck and I grinned.

The vivid crimson, my favorite shade of red, was almost teleporting me to the day when my mother's head burst open by the bullet I shot.

The Cobra woman was staring at me with wide eyes, unable to comprehend what was going on. The blood from her lips was looking so good and arousing that I had a sudden urge to lick it, to taste it.

Then, without thinking, I lowered my face and licked her chin, and she stiffened underneath me. Her blood tasted like metal, and the sweet smell coming from her skin was making it even more delicious and arousing.

"Wh- what are you d-doing?" I raised my face and her eyes met mine. 'I should not do this.' I thought, but the blood and the pain were masking every sane thought in my head. Her lip was still bleeding, and the image in front of me was highly seductive.

I shook my head, 'Stop bitch, don't.' My subconsciousness shouted at me, and I ran my tongue over my lips, tasting the last taste of the metallic fluid on them.

"What surprised hun?" I chuckled and then freed her hands. She quickly stood up and freed her legs, which were tangled with mine.

"You are fucking crazy." She said, and I laughed.

"Tell me something I don't know-" I replied, making her glare at me, but the blood from her lip dripped down onto the floor. The aroma of her blood was making me feel a weird kind of euphorbia, and I subconsciously licked my lips again, looking at her bleeding lip. Sensing this, she quickly turned around and stormed out of the room.

"The fuck is wrong with me," I groaned as I looked at the glass piece in my left hand, which was also bleeding due to clenching it and the new bloodstain on it.

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