RIVALS | BTS Mafia FF|

Prologue

"You'll start your training officially by tomorrow Lily"

Those were the last words I heard from my dad, when I was 15.

Years after that seems like a blur; moving to Italy with a bunch of people, being home tutored about basics, training and a lot of reading.

Life inside a closed basement was definitely not what I wished for but I wanted to get stronger and keep getting stronger, and for that to happen if it meant that I would have to live a life like this then I'd gladly do it all. I could surely do that much for my brother.

A major plot twist to my life came in the form of men in orange suits who were armed with either guns or any other weapons. The mission was to defeat them. I defeat them, I get to live and if I don't, obviously then I'd would be dead. Apparently they came in orange suits because dad's gang helped them out from the prison and then they're brought here to fight for their life.

After a certain point, I definitely started getting used to this. The ruthless killing. The feeling of nothingness. The feeling no empathy or pity. The goal was to just make it out alive, get stronger, just enough to avenge my brother's death.

At first I only wanted to learn some skills, that changed the moment I got to know that my brother was killed and the worst part was I wasn't allowed to mourn for his death.

So I made it my mission to mourn my loss only when I finally make sure that the cause of my loss is no more existing.

"We're about to land down Lily. Remember everything I've told you. As careful as we tried to be with the information that you were supposedly dead, rumors have gotten out so there's more than one possibility of you either being killed the moment we land or they might abduct you. So-"

"They won't even know what I look like Mr. Watson" I brush him off and continue reading the book.

"What have I told you about cutting people off while they're talking Lily?" his voice comes out in a low timbre.

"I'm sorry."

"Be careful. You're going to be the perfect bait that would have your father on his knees for the others."

I nod mindlessly having heard all that already.

I mean lets be a little practical. Nobody has ever seen in 6 years and when I tell you I had a major glow up, you need to believe me that I had a great ass glow up. Did I put on some weight? Hell yeah. Did I grow a few inches? Absolutely yes. Did I get the color of my eyes changed? No, but Mr. Watson made me get them. Is my skin smooth anymore? Absolutely no. Do I have fresh sets of tattoos on my skin? Ofcourse yes. Do I own at least one scratch on each part of my body? HELL YES!

So there's absolutely no fucking way somebody who hasn't seen me in years can recognize me. Right?

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A/N: I hope you guys like this book!

Also please remember that you're precious and are loved.