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

Ego

[Ego can be your worst enemy.]

"How noisy." The first words of the female gangster when she entered a bar called 'Aphrodite'.

The moment her foot steps on the vinyl tiles, eyes were on her.

Some were threatened, but some were hypnotized.

Some were close to rushing outside, but some were on the verge of genuflecting.

Some were stunned, but some were charmed.

Some were aware of her nefarious occupation, but some were engrossed by the rumors of how tremendous she is in bed.

Ryujin wasn't fazed or delighted by the orbs that are illuminating and dimming concurrently under the disco ball at the sight of her.

Ryujin is used to being conspicuous.

She is a pulsating dream that flutters the hearts of femmes and butches.

A drop of blood in a shark-infested ocean.

A drizzle of narcissism on society.

An angelic dressing masking a sinful and devilish disposition.

Ryujin is antagonistic against unpleasant music and noise, but a woman moaning and howling into her organ of hearing is an exception; a paraphernalia for gratification.

Glasses clinking, women consuming their intoxicating beverages while laughing in a boisterous manner, and a stylish disco jockey flipping and pressing buttons on his DJ mixer.

The bar was full of contagious energy.

However, Ryujin wasn't influenced by the vitality.

She only accepted Chaeryeong's invitation to fish for women in the sea of dazed barflies.

Walking alone with her hands inside the pockets of her trenchcoat, Ryujin saw her friends drinking at their table. She approached them and sat down.

Ryujin was sitting next to Chaeryeong, across them are Lia and Yuna. Thankfully, the gangster's comrades aren't drunk yet, that means she can easily flirt with nymphs without having 3 drunkards metaphorically riding her back.

"Good thing you three haven't started yet," Ryujin deadpanned, forcing a small smile.

"Why do you look inexpressive today, Unnie?" Yuna asked, looking through the captain's transparent veneer.

The fake smile on Ryujin's lips slowly dissolved.

Ryujin sighed, straightening her back. She wanted to order a couple of beers for herself, but she didn't want to impair her breath's piquant scent and blemish her roseate lips.

Being contaminated by a rancid smell and having her brain's communication pathways disrupted by alcohol lowers her chances of getting a woman.

A sober Ryujin would take it slow.

Slow conversations at the start, a coquettish smile on the face and a few jokes.

But a drunk Ryujin wouldn't do that.

She would grab whoever she wants and bend them down on a table.

"Yeah, is something bothering you? Tell us." Lia took a sip of her drink and patiently waited for an answer.

"Alright, I'll tell you.... Look, the boss offered me a role, an important one," Ryujin said making her friends raise their eyebrows in curiosity and anticipation.

"He wants me to be the personal bodyguard of his wife."

Ryujin earned the same reactions from the three women. They gaped at her like a group of chicks watching their fellow sister flap her wings and soar into the blustery wind in a forest congested by predators.