controversial love ; k.th

01'

It was late in the night, around 3AM. Everyone else would be sleeping to wake up the next day and go to work. After all only money can pay bills. But I was here, speeding in a black Lamborghini like a maniac on one of the most dangerous streets L.A's. It's hard to believe since this street is empty, almost abandoned but lots of criminals can be found around this area. Gunshots, blood and there you are : dead. It goes fast in this dark scary world but only the best can survive.

Right now I was on my way to a drug lords villa, which I'm setting on fire tonight. Jobs like these were the algorithm of my life. And if I wouldn't do them my father would marry me off to someone for better relations. He has always seen me as useless. He wished for son instead.
"A woman is weak, a woman is useless in this business. You've seen what happened to your mother. She was weak. She was in the way." The words of the most heartless man I know halled in my memory.

I've been fighting the whole time to prove myself to him. To show him that I'm no less worth than a man. But he still believes that a man would have archived more. The dark road that was flooded by my car lights seemed to show a build lying in the middle of the street. What is that? An animal?

As I get closer I reduce the speed of the car and grab to the seat to my right where I have the choice between three guns. Each ones capacity fiercer than the other. I pick the fiercest and hide in the inside of my leather jacket. I stop the car and take a closer look. The dirty floor was stained with blood while not an animal but a person was lying on the street. It seemed to be a guy with black hair.

"What a treat." I say ironically opening the car door and cautiosly stepping to the slim body to check if it's dead. He was wearing a black fine looking suit ruined by the blood stains everywhere. His face was turned to the floor which is why I kicked his shoulder to turn him around. A little scar adorned his right cheek while his pale lips didn't move. His face was pale too and sweaty and as I hold my finger under his nose I don't seem to feel anything. All signs spoke for a dead person.

Looking at his injury he should be but with coincidence I witnessed his hand close to a pressured fist. In seconds my gun points mercilessly at him.

"Drop the act." I say as I'm standing already. He opens his eyes looking up to me and griting his teeth against each other. Probably because of the pain. He tries to sit up by holding his stomach but fails miserably.

"Who is it that we're having here? Wandering around here and not even carrying a knife." I laugh amused looking down to this pathetic man. He doesn't bother answering me. Instead he's busy with the pain he's forced to deal with.
I watch him struggle a little until I realize that I still have business going on.

"You're a pretty boy, it's a shame you have to die." I hold the gun steady, ready to pull the trigger but then my eye gets catched on a mark stamped on his chest revealed by the ripped white shirt. The mark was made with hot iron. I have one too since this mark shows that you're an important member of a certain mafia. By then no one would dare to mess with you - in most cases. I tighten my eyes as I recognize the trademark of the yakuza.

"Who the hell are you?" I ask again waiting for an answer.

"Who I am is none of your business." He talks back hissing. I try to remember back to the information I have about the yakuza. Our biggest and most hated enemy. Our warlike relation goes back a couple of years. The Leader of the Yakuza - Kim has only one son.  Could he be his son?

"I seem to have hit the Jackpot, Kim." His eyes widen a little unintentioned as I say his last name.

"Maybe you don't have to die yet." I conclude as I ask myself how I should deal with him. Should I hand him over to my father and have him deal with him? Or should I take things in my own hands?  The actual question is in which option am I getting the most credits.

Probably handling him myself.

"I took my decision. Let's go pretty boy. Looks like you're fortunate but also unfortunate." I go back to my car getting a rope and and a bottle of water in which I already mixed some knockout drops. The first step I took was make him sit and tie him with the rope. While doing that I speak out my warnings.

"Don't try to make some unappreciated moves. If so then you'll become no more than a dead man." He looks obviously unpleased with my warnings, almost angry but he doesn't fight back. At least he understood that he had no way to escape. As I tied the knot in an impossible to open I open the water bottle and hold it to his face.

"Drink." I command but he visibly refuses.

"Do you think I'm asking if you want to?" I grab his chin in ungentle way and have him drink the water forcefully. Although he made a mess fighting against it, he still drank enough to lose consciousness in a couple of minutes.

"This troublesome asshole." I curse at him since he stained my clothes with the liquid. Almost done. I support him to stand up and walk him to the passenger side. I close the door and get into the drivers side. I glance to my right and seem very amused about the view.

"I'm not used to having people sit in my car. But I can't help finding this funny." I laugh on while I reach out his seat belt and make it for him.

"Safety goes first, Kim." I tap his head like a pet and witness how much it provokes him. I start the car and turn the direction back to our district. I notice from the corner of my eye how he keeps gazing at me.

"What are you looking at me for? Blame yourself for being so stupid and walking around unarmed. The easiest prey even a person like me can capture." I lecture him, keeping my eyes focused on the street. I drive towards the center city where tall sky building make an unforgettable view.

"Do you really think you captured someone you can blackmail the Yakuza with?" He ask ironically as he watches the people out of the window.

"Or what? You wanna convince me of something else, Kim?"

"Why should I? It's you who's gonna foolishly embarrass yourself infront of your superiors once you get no reaction from the Yakuza." I forcefully drive to the left and make sure that he hits his head against the window pane.

He hisses for a moment but then starts to laugh aloud. I feel angered. What the hell does he mean with that? The mark on his chest wouldn't possibly lie, right?

He starts to lose consciousness which is why it started getting quite in here again.

Watch how I'll deal with you, Kim.