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

Threat

[A threat that should not be taken lightly.]

Laughter and noisy chattering filled the VIP room of a bar.

Since the owner of the tavern was intimidated and unnerved by Ryujin, he gave her and her crew free access to the VIP room where they have infinite supply of alcohol and contact numbers of prostitutes.

The first time Ryujin and the bar owner met was 5 years ago when Ryujin was only an associate of the mafia. She was applying for a job, a waitress, so she can secretly listen to the conversations of an enemy; however, she was offended when the bar owner stated that she's better as a prostitute, so Ryujin pointed her revolver at his chin. Not wanting his brains spilling out of his head, the man gave Ryujin what she wanted and also the key to the VIP room.

And now here they are, consuming as much alcohol as they can.

Ryujin was at the end of the room, sitting on a red bar sofa. The others were occupied by prostitutes and their cocktails, but Ryujin was occupied by something else, a thought.

She couldn't stop thinking about Yeji.

It's Yeji herself that made the female gangster long for her presence, not her submissive character and mania for bizarre bed activites.

That morning Ryujin felt like she traveled to the past when her girlfriend was still alive. Ryujin was merely a student who gets scolded and punished on a daily basis.

Yeji certainly left fingerprints on Ryujin's heart when Ryujin vented her everlasting grief. Sharing her traumatic and demoralizing past diminished the gloom in her soul. Maybe Ryujin doesn't really need one-night stands or prostitutes, she needs someone to talk to.

Either way, it's as clear as cerulean skies that the old Ryujin will never come back.

"Ryujin." Chaeryeong, with the others, was standing at the small bar counter with a blonde prostitute next to her. When she called for the captain, Ryujin ascended from her deep thought.

"What?"

"Why did you gather us here? Are you going to announce something?" Chaeryeong asked, puckering her lips and connecting them to the paper straw on her cocktail.

"I asked you all to come here because I have something very important to tell you. But before that, all of you...."

Ryujin eyeballed the prostitutes whose waists are wrapped in the arms of her soldiers. "Get out," she added.

The ladies of the night carried their alcoholic drinks, but before leaving, some left their business cards and gave their customers a coquettish wink.

When the source of entertainment left, all eyes shifted to the captain, ready to listen to her announcement and obey her orders.

"Alright. Listen carefully, all 10 of you." Ryujin cleared her throat. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her thighs and connecting her hands.

"Right now, we are at war with the yakuza.... If you don't know what that is, it is the Japanese mafia," Ryujin said, earning different reactions; shock, excitement, and fear.

"W-What? Y-Yakuza?" Yuna, the most inexperienced when it comes to battle, spoke with a hint of fright.

"Yeah. A group of vicious gangsters lead by a 70-year-old man named 'Tsukasa'. Has a cane, bald, white beard, and small eyes. Old, but has yet to show any signs of dementia or memory loss. He's experienced and has a healthy mind, so he is a threat that should not be taken lightly."

"Are they here? In Korea?" Lia asked.

Ryujin nodded. "They're hiding somewhere. They've been attacking our suppliers and supplies for weeks. The boss has been brushing things under the rug, but this time, their actions will not go unpunished. The other night, they hijacked one of our trucks that is loaded with fine Italian suits. They didn't take the suits, instead they took the driver. Apparently, the driver is a close relative of the boss. He was found on the side of the road, guts literally spilling out, both eyes gone, fingers broken, and a bunch of fucking bruises."