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

Always

[Death is always behind you.]

A few days later, Ryujin messaged the boss himself since he was out of action. She wanted to talk about the restaurant owner she dealt with.

Soobin wanted them to converse at his aureate abode.

Normally, Soobin prefers to have his conclaves and discussions at his father's mansion, because he believes that his father's spirit is lingering around his residence. He wanted his father to witness how great of a man he turned out to be.

Hence this change in rendezvous bewildered the female gangster.

On his father's deathbed, Soobin solemnly promised that he will never taint their family name with idiocy and irrationality.

He put his hand on his chest, listening to his father's dying breath and staring at his wrinkled face and the hue of his jade eyes that slowly evanesces, he swore that he will continue what he started.

Ryujin was also there.

Before letting the old man footslog into purgatory, Ryujin and Soobin, who were basically siblings in the man's eyes, promised that they will never put a knife on each other's backs.

Instead, they will put a hand.

Surprisingly, Soobin was able to keep that promise considering that he abhorred Ryujin in the beginning.

But he started to trust and love her as they grew.

As a sister.

As a friend.

Those memories were still fresh as oranges in Ryujin's mind.

Ambling through the second floor of the golden house, Ryujin found Soobin standing at the balcony next to a small table with a glass of wine on his hand and a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

"Hey," Ryujin greeted the man and approached him.

The hypnotizing view in front earned a gaze from the cold-blooded gangster. Pitch-black heavens from above, twinkling stars lighting every corner of the sky, and interstellar dust that completed the view with its polychromatic aspect.

The miasma of the coffin nail that her boss is carrying between his two fingers did not vex her at all because of the ambrosial odor of the flowers nearby.

"Did you make sure no one followed you here?" Soobin spoke, looking at Ryujin who was silently admiring the view. He was expecting a verbal response, but he only received a nod. "Want some wine? Why are you quiet?" he asked.

Before answering, Ryujin inhaled and expelled air through her mouth. "I don't want wine. I want answers," Ryujin replied.

Soobin could easily perceive Ryujin's thoughts because of her unambiguous display of annoyance.

It's as clear as an unmuddied lake and an azure sky of deepest summer that she's in an exasperated frame of mind.

"A long extension for the deadline of his payment?" Ryujin scoffed. "I give second chances, Soobin, but I am not as generous and merciful as you. I like tormenting people before letting them face death itself."

"Death. Isn't that the name of your revolver?" Soobin asked, thinking about the time when Ryujin threatened a group of robbers with her unloaded revolver saying that it is the face of death, hence the name. "Speaking of which, your posture's odd. You're not weaponless, are you?"

Thinking about her man-killer she equips on a daily basis, Ryujin was walloped with a pang of realization when she noticed she's not carrying anything heavy by her shoulder.