Useful to the Mafia

Day One

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"Ugghh, this is exhausting." I sighed as I sat up tiredly from bed, the sheets falling off me.

It is yet another day of hard work for me. Wake up every 5 am to start the day. My digital clock resting on my bedside table showed a bold neon color of 5:00 am in red.

"What should I eat?" I stretch my body as I stood up from my comfy bed. My bed hair is a bit fuzzy.

"I'll go for a light breakfast, I'm too lazy to cook anything." I make my way to the kitchen and looked through the shelves.

My house has a studio type interior for one person. I rented it for a cheap price and it was definitely a good deal. Also since its close to my work place where I work part time.

Being a working student is no joke, but soon I'll be getting a more stable job once I graduate. Getting into college was like hell, with all the money I needed and all the kinds of people I had to get along with, not to mention the several subjects, it was a stressful yet worth it adventure.

But if only I my parents had been treating me well, I wouldn't have to be working so hard right now to earn money. Though I was born in a wealthy family, I've never got anything. Not even a cent I tell you.

"Cruel bastards!" I munch on a piece of bread I spreaded with tuna.

"If only that son of a bitch didn't had an affair, I could've been in New York right now looking down from my condo or even Canada studying at the best school."

My father, is the son of a bitch. He divorced my mother to get married again with his affair. Then my mother committed suicide because of extreme depression.

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"Shit not again. No wonder my hand was hurting." I have broken my glass once again from thinking about my family problems.

My palm bled and the glass shards fell on the counter. Small pieces of the glass stuck in my skin.

One by one, I plucked them out and washed my hand with water.

"And this is my last cup. I shouldn't buy anymore glass ones." I sighed and my thoughts crept in as I stared at the flowing water mixed in with my blood from my wounded hand.

I will live and breath in this world stress free one day. A house of my own, a car, and a family I'll look after with love and care.

I wish for nothing so grand. I only wish to live a peaceful life without having to worry about such distasteful thoughts. A life of pure intentions and humbleness.

"When can I have that?"

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*Glass Bottles Breaking*

"You call that a threat?" Minho grabbed a man by the collar. "If you're going to threaten us at least make it look real and intimidating. Otherwise, you're just asking to get your heads blown up."

"Ah now hold on, Hyung. Let's not make a mess today. Remember what Boss said?" Felix butted in and took away the man who was about to get beaten up. He started tying him up on a chair.

"I know, but if these jerks keep spouting nonsense it breaks my patience." He huffed and sat on a crate beside him while loading his gun.

"We need them alive until their leader arrives. Then we can kill them all. We just have to wait a little longer." Felix said finishing the rope with a ribbon tie.