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The sound of a pained groan fills the abandoned warehouse.
Sanzu couldn't help but laugh at the sight, the dirty piece of cloth that stifled the man's mouth now soaked in blood and drool as he begged incoherently for him to stop. His futile stuggles only making the pink haired man's companions chuckle.
"Should've thought twice before betraying Bonten" Koko sneers, followed by Rindou's agreement.
"Now, which of these would you like to experience next?" Sanzu's gleeful voice contrasted the scene in front of him. All the blood, tears, and different weapons ready to be used on the treacherous members of Bonten.
Ran approaches Sanzu, passing by him as he observes the injured traitor in circles, taking in every detail and already thinking of a hundred ways to give the most excruciating pain.
"You got some nice fingernails there, mind if we take them--"
Before the purple haired man could finish, he was interrupted by a sudden vibration in his trouser's pockets.
"You're ruining the moment, Ran!" Sanzu groans.
"My bad, I have to go. Husband duties" he turns off the alarm before tucking the phone back in his pocket, checking for any blood stain that might have gotten on him during this meeting.
"Fuck, now I have to go change" he curses before leaving.
"How come he's more attentive to her than his work" Sanzu complains, his annoyance making him accidentally shoot the man that kneeled before him "Oops."
"Because it's his wife, dipshit." Rindou defends.
"And" the younger Haitani mumbles, with Kakucho turning his attention him "things haven't been as simple as before"
Ran was practically sprinting. After driving who knows how fast, he finally reaches the mansion where Bonten's high ranking members reside.
He scampers through the hall, making his way to his room as swiftly as possible, making a quick change of his outfit, remembering his wife's words.
"The dinner starts at seven, please dress as you usually would."
She could've simply said dress nicely, but he knows that she meant it as a compliment so there's no use on fixating on it.
He observes himself on the mirror one last time, before heading to the place where his beloved wife was waiting.
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The blaring of her alarm causes the brunette to aggressively throw the clock on the carpeted floor, trudging to her penthouse's large bathroom.
She scrutinizes her own disheveled appearance through the mirror, messy hair, the dark bags under her eyes and aching body before making her own preparations for the dinner with her family.
Just as she was rushing to get ready, an alert came her way.
"Ojou sama, Haitani--"
"Buzz him in"
Ran enters silently, observing as his wife literally sprints from one end of the room to the other trying to find something.
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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙘𝙠, Haitani Ran
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