After Aria's whole family dies in a tragic explosive house fire, she was only 8 at the time when her father's trusted right-hand man took her under his wing. He trained her day and night, relentlessly until she became the best underground fighter an...
POV - Damien Time was ticking. I had my sniper positioned and all set to go, waiting on my target to finally leave the apartment building. "Dammit, he should've walked through those doors 20 minutes ago. Where the hell did he disappear to?" I scoffed. Right when I was about to check the time again, I heard a gunshot go off in the far distance.
I dug through my backpack to find my binoculars and tried to see if I could catch anyone. Taking a quick glimpse around the block, I saw a black figure running from the same direction from where the shot echoed. They suspiciously scoped around the streets before they jumped onto their motorcycle and speeded off. I could barely get a sight of their appearance since they wore an all black outfit and on top of that, a ski mask. But what caught my attention was their bright hazel eyes. I sighed and grabbed my phone out to dial Jonathan, my right hand man.
Damien "Tell Kyle to check all the security cameras available located on Willow Street. Find out who stole my target."
Jonathan "Yeah, already on it Boss. He still has to hack into the security system, so it might take a bit."
*5 minutes later*
Jonathan "Kyle told me the cameras got cut off during the time of the shooting. The persons got a hacker on their team." Jonathan said as he continued typing away on his computer, trying to find any more possible details.
Damien "Then who the fuck stole my target?" I angrily murmured as I gripped my phone tightly.
Jonathan "Uhh boss? You should check your phone, Kyle's sending the news channel video to you right now," he said nervously.
"This just in, another vicious murder has occured on Willow Street. This is the 7th victim this week and there may be more. The victim is business man, Mr. Caberro. The killer still hasn't been identified and is still on the run. All that the police knows is that this killer goes by 'PHX ♡.' If anyone has any extra information on this person, please contact the police right away. This person may be very dangerous."
Damien "Find this Phoenix guy for me right now!" I demanded Jonathan over the phone and hung up before he could say another word.
The Phoenix is insanely skilled and I need him gone. His mafia's name is The Basilisks. It's so stupid, how would you even pronounce that. It's annoying every time I have to say it not only because it's hard to pronounce but also because nobody had a clue on who they are and we've never been able to catch them. Nobody knows any of the member's identities, only their stage names. The Phoenix leads the best gang in the mafia hierarchy, my gang is second, followed by the Slashers. Again, I know, what a stupid name. Who even decided on that name? A child?
I was frustrated more then ever after the phone call. All these months of planning the assassination of business man, Mario Caberro, and I wasn't able to get his blood on my hands. He's done so much harm to my mafia family, and yet I failed to do the honors to kill him and someone just had to get him before I could. I decided to text the group chat with Jonathan and Kyle: "Club Icon downtown in 15, V.I.P area per usual." I then hopped into my sports. car and drove off to the nightclub.
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I got to the club before Kyle and Jonathan arrived, so I decided to sit at the back of the lounge sipping on my whiskey. Ever since we landed here to Boston, we've been going to this club weekly and it would most likely be for quick talks and meetings. I'm from Manhattan, New York, and planned to fly over to Boston to assassinate Mario. But since I wasn't able to get him, might as take my chance and go for Phoenix.
After a good ten minutes of waiting, Kyle and Jonathan finally arrived. "What are we here for today? You seem to be in a serious mood, so most likely not partying tonight?" Questioned Kyle as he leaned back on the couch cushion.
"Get information on Phoenix. He's too much of a threat to our mafia and now he's out to steal our kills too." I stated.
"Don't you understand? We've tried for years now and we couldn't find a single trace of them or anyone in their mafia. Hell, we don't even know how he looks like, or if it's even a man at all." Jonathan exclaimed while intensely staring directly at my eyes.
"You're lucky that you two are my right-hand men or else you've already gotten a bullet through your head for speaking to me like that," I adjusted my seating and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "It's not like it could be a woman anyways. Most daughters aren't chosen to be the heiress to their precious mafia. I don't care how you get more information on The Basilisks, just find something new and have it prepared in a few days."
"But they're impossible to trace. We don't even know their identities. Well, only 3 of them are known, Phoenix, Lightning, and Amok. We're not sure about any other members since they're the ones who leaves their signature marks." Kyle added.
"Are you fucking deaf? It doesn't matter if they're impossible to trace. Give me new information on them. You guys got 4 days." I stood up in frustration and took one big gulp of whiskey to finish the glass before I stomped out of the night club. I wore my black leather jacket then stepped inside the car and drove off to the gym.
Whenever I get annoyed or just need to blow off some steam, the gym is my go-to place. Although I arrived here a few days ago, I have my own gym since I would come here often every few months to do business. It's not like I would go to a public one to train. I changed into my gym shorts and started off at the punching bags. Wow, what a shitty day today has been.
I was lost in my train of thoughts while punching the bag, I didn't notice my knuckles started to bleed as skin was flaking off. I was filled with anger and rage because of Phoenix. We've been searching and observing them for years now. After years of searching and digging, all we have on this guy is his underground name, his mafia, and his other two assassins he works with. At least I believe it's a guy, right? We have no information on him which makes no sense. Who could be that good at hiding information from me, Ace.
I built this mafia up by myself, although I had a chance to be leader of my father's mafia. Growing up and knowing I was next to lead was honestly terrifying. It's difficult living a normal life as a teenager enjoying their youthful life during high school, yet change into a criminal at night time. You must be wondering, if I was given the chance to have the mafia handed over to me, why didn't i agree to be leader? First off, I never had a good relationship with my father, it was only my mother who I trusted more and was closer to. He used to always doubt me in everything, saying I won't ever be successful and not a great enough leader for his mafia. Although hearing this throughout my lifetime by strangers and close family friends, didn't compare it from hearing him say it. It hurts me a lot more than it should've.
All of my childhood and teenage years, all that was ever said to me was that I won't ever be successful. People always talked behind my back and how it was because I was spoiled and had everything handed to me, which was not the case. But anyways, it got to the point when I couldn't handle it anymore and decided to leave and start my own business, ahem, illegal businesses. It took my a good 2 years to get it going and started making millions, which later on went up to billions. Learning all the type of fighting techniques at a young age definitely benefited me. It has been 8 years now and damn, we're succeeding more than ever. It's nice to know that my family back in South Korea could see that I'm doing amazing in the states. The best feeling ever was proving people wrong, and how I can earn everything on my own without having it simply handed to me on a silver platter.
My knuckles were bleeding a lot more so, I went over to get the first aid kit and fully bandaged my hands up. I have an upcoming underground match in a few days, it's always better to have myself over prepared. Although it's my first time coming there, I wasn't sure on who fo expect because Boston was fully filled with professional boxers and wrestlers. I'm pretty sure I could beat anyone up, it's not everyday that I see someone taller and stronger than me. So for the rest of the night until 3 am, I spent hours doing cardio workouts, punching and kicking exercises, and weight lifting. Whoever I'm going against on Wednesday will not be prepared for me.
