cнooѕe one [ нaιтanι вroтнerѕ ]

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FILTHY rich thugs came in and out of the busy bar that three young waitresses worked at, the other one in particular named yashiro naomi, that name spread like wildfire as soon as she applied for the job. or more like forced to.

this place is an exclusive bar for the worst of worst rich criminals from all around Japan, its known for being a secret place amongst them as not only alcohol drinks were offered. luxurious white leather couches offered as a comfortable lounge area with a small round table placed on each one, the speakers blasted a random pop music that sometimes the costumers found annoying because of how loud is it that hurt their ears.

the walls were black as the owner wanted it to be simple yet sophisticated so it went with the marbled floors. a single stage with a pole in the middle also added as a decoration as its one of the entertainment things.

"naomi-chan~ my feet hurt, can you bring this to table nine? if you dont mind~" one of the waitresses named yuna cutely asked her co-worker, who was in the middle of doing her lipstick that was in the shade of a bloody red, it perfectly shaped her naturally plump lips.

yuna absolutely despised her.

"no worries yuna-san," the younger waitress pulled down the end of her tight leather dress that hugged her curves perfectly, the older female faked a smile and handed the tray with two bottles of a hard liquor were placed, with a small bucket of ice.

"thanks a lot, naomi-chan~" yuna faked another smile at the younger girl before her high heels clicked as she walked to the designated table.

"yuna, you shouldn't pass her your work. its unprofessional of you." the third and also the head waitress shot daggers at her fellow co-worker, who was just admiring herself in a small pocket sized mirror she owned. completely ignoring the words that hayako is saying.

indeed the first thought of yuna was pure jealousy, she absolutely hated how every guy at the bar only wanted naomi, how they would stare at her voluptuous body like if they were hungry tigers looking at its prey. it simply annoyed her that a new girl was getting the unlikely attention that she dreamed of having.

"mhm, let's see how she'll face a wrong order then~" yuna hummed and smirked evilly, knowing fully that these weren't just regular costumers. with her experienced time, the bar was constantly filled with literally criminals, mostly the busy hot headed ones that would break your skull for just one mistake.

"you didn't!" hayako's eyes gazed at her younger co-worker as she stood at the farthest table where the VIP's usually sat.her mind was filled with worry for the new girl as she saw who she was serving those wrong drinks to.

bonten.

"hey, this isn't our order! none of us here drinks these types of shit!" naomi took a step back as one of the men sitting on the white leather couch complained. the poor girl couldn't face anyone as her head came low and stood before them, waiting for the consequences.

he looks scary, its probably his scars.

the man who she was getting nagged at had a classy yet scary vibe, he had scars on both corners of his mouth but without it he'll look completely different. he wore a nice suit with an expensive looking watch and luxury shoes, naomi could tell he was one of those rich criminals who's source of income was probably from something illegal.

"now, now sanzu can you calm down? that's no way to treat a lady here." the other one who was beside him had a scar on his face as well, he was wearing an all black suit with a lit cigarette sitting between his chapped lips.

the table had a total of four men, naomi couldn't tell if they were regulars as she only spent a total of two months at the place. she didn't really care who comes as long as they came everyday.

the sanzu guy glanced at the idiot who bought them the wrong drinks as he thought that the staff had already knew what bonten wanted. which annoyed him even more that they didn't give a fuck about the number one criminal group in Japan.

"i-i'm sorry sir, i'll go back to get you what you ordered." the lady bowed at the four men, also giving them a slight view of her almost exposed cleavage. sanzu's annoyed expression quickly changed at the sight and instead replaced with a smirk. the black haired male named kakucho turned away and faced the opposite direction while the other two just plain stared at her.

just as she was about to turn around and leave the embarrassing scene, a deep and oddly familiar voice spoke from behind, making the young girl stop to her tracks.

"say, have you been to roppongi?"

her eyes met purple ones as she faced the VIP table again, the guy who spoke smiled to himself as if his question was already answered. he wore a light purple suit that matched his hair that was in a wolf cut style.

"how have you been, naomi-chan?" the other purple eyed guy also smiled at her, his slender finger making circles around the ice in his glass.

well, shit.

naomi couldnt move, she felt like something was stopping her going away and felt like tape was stuck on her mouth as she refused to say anything.

there sat before her, one of the most dangerous brothers around Japan. ran and rindou haitani.

the two boys she secretly fucked back then.