Mafia in the Morning || Ryeji [RE-UPLOAD] [ONGOING]

Generosity

[Never abuse a gangster's generosity.]

"So, how do you want this to end?" The deep and chilling voice of the black-haired woman echoed in the helpless man's ears. The female gangster was sitting down on a chair across the bleeding man while her friends are standing behind her like bodyguards. "Come on. Talk to me. I won't punch you, I promise." She smirked while wiping the blood off of her bare hands that're as hard as metal.

The man's bladder practically bursted like a balloon out of pure fear while he was sitting. With every pale yellow juice that dribbles down from his pants, he hoped that the ruthless criminal in front of him will somehow learn the word 'mercy'.

"P-Please, R-Ryujin. I can't really pay." Tears and blood were falling down simultaneously from the man's eyes.

The stench of the man's urine traveled inside of the gangsters' nostrils making the 4 of them cover their noses. "Shit. Look at him. He fucking peed!" The gangster's shoes were so shiny that she could see her pulchritudinous face on it, so to prevent her black shoes from making contact with the poor man's urine, she stood up from her chair and took a few steps backwards.

"He tried to pee on your shoes, Ryujin Unnie. How disrespectful." A woman with puppy eyes shook her head while clicking her tongue.

The felonious butch with polished shoes knew that the man wasn't trying to infect her feet with the horrible aroma of his urine, but she still wanted to hurt him badly, because that's what gangsters do. They badly beat up those who fail to bring them the money they promised.

"Guys, hold this fucker. I want to break his nose," The woman who goes by the name Ryujin said to her soldiers.

Ryujin has been connected to a hierarchically structured society of criminals known as the mafia ever since she was a teenager. She was amused by the brutality and overwhelming power gangsters possess. She used to steal and pound a few guys with a former mafia boss who passed away a long time ago. A man whom she saw as her father. A man who contributed to bringing a sagacious and good-looking gentleman into the flesh of the Earth. A gentleman named Choi Soobin, who became the boss of this big criminal organization after his father.

Now, Ryujin leads a crew of female soldiers. Tons of faces, brains, and bodies, but Ryujin trusts only 3 people in her crew.

Lia, Chaeryeong, and the youngest, Yuna.

The 4 of them would always choose to be clothed in extravagant raiments just to have it stained with the blood of an impecunious and frail individual.

As the captain, Ryujin wears slightly different clothes than the others. She always wear a vest with a formal shirt underneath, a tie, black pants, and the cherry on top, a trenchcoat, a garment that represents her rank in the hierarchy.

Getting beaten up by women in fancy outfits sounds like a dream, right? Well, not so fun for guys who got their faces deformed.

Being in a crime family for a long time corrupted their juvenile imaginations and transmuted it into malicious fantasies.

They feel no sympathy for anyone, especially Ryujin.

Her soul is trapped in the middle of a blizzard, completely buried in the snow. Her heart is pierced by a wintry crystalline dagger. Her boiling blood is solidified like a frozen river.

The only things that flow through her veins are money, power, and concupiscence.

Ryujin is a vessel summoned in this universe to carry violence and inflict serious damage on impotent scumbags.

For her soldiers, hearing "hold him down" is like hearing the joyous bells of an approaching ice cream truck as an innocent kid.

When Ryujin said those words, her soldiers immediately approached the man and held him. The man wasn't tied up, but that wasn't an open invitation that he could stand up and sprint away. Ryujin thought that tying the man is too much work. Besides, he's too petrified to move a muscle or lift up a leg.