"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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"Maybe next time little spitfire!" Suga said mockingly as he stepped down from his motorcycle with an arrogant smirk she was tempted to wipe away with the back of her hand.
It was uncanny how at ease she felt around him, even though he had just a few minutes earlier demonstrated how fleeting and depended on his mood swings her existence was.
"Yeah?" She said raising an eyebrow as she leaned against the stolen junk that was surely the disgrace of all motorcycles. "Keep on dreaming grandpa! I almost beat you with a broken down bike, imagine what I'd do to your precious honor if I actually race you with the right equipment!"
Yoongi weigh her up for a second. He honestly thought she had a chance at winning. She was fast on her feet and devious, calculating her opponent's next move with ease, knowing the distance and the time of her engine, the variables, the distractions. If she asked for a rematch he wouldn't refuse, it had been a long time since he had such a pure form of fun.
They were outside the warehouse now. A huge spacious studio stretching out as far as the eye could see in the darkest hour before dawn broke. This was one of their secondary bases, the ones they rarely used but used nonetheless. The only reason he hesitated bringing Marcella here was because of how few places they had, inside the city, that was privy to a handful of people. But if he had to earn her trust he had to give her something. It was one of the least protected buildings and he didn't care much if someone discovered and destroyed it.
Bringing her here was a strategic move and he couldn't wait to see how she'd play her pawns.
The place wasn't huge, but for the likes of an abandoned stadium, it was still a great base. He could see two of his men watching them from afar, barely making their figures out in the dark of the night under the dim lights. They seemed to be amused by their banter, watching as if it was the most interesting football game ever!
"I won, that's all that matters!" He said as he passed her by.
"And then you woke up and realized it was all a dream, sucks to be you!" She spat following close behind as he made his way towards the only building in this God forsaken place.
Suddenly he turned around and she halted, taken aback by his abrupt action. Not to stumble on him was all she could do, as she found herself incredibly close to him. Unable to help the breath catching in her throat, she yelped loudly, surprised by the close proximity.
For a moment he just held her eyes, like a curious cat observing a by passer. He sucked his lower lip in, trying to bite down the remark. Her doe eyes were imprisoned by his foxy dark orbs. Everyone knows that the moth strives to be killed by the curious light. She was one, caught between caution and desire for knowledge.
