riki.nishimura → cherry lipstick

18

→

What I wasn't expecting was a pretty dress laid before me. I stared at the dress, laid on my bed. It was a black bardot bow dress, rather long but with a thigh slit.

I tried it on, staring at myself in the mirror.

Damn, why the hell did I not wanna be in this mafia business a few years back. If someone told me I would've been wearing elegant dresses like this I would've been killing motherfuckers earlier.

Everything about the dress was perfect, it was the perfect combination of classy, formal but cute. I loved it.

I did my own makeup, not too extravagant, but not too casual. I didn't want to look completely over the top, I wanted to at least seem classy, as if I didn't just shoot a few guys dead the night before.

I smiled, finishing my makeup and hair. I fixed the placement of my dress lightly and applied a petite necklace to accentuate my outfit, along with a small tennis band around my wrist.

A knock on my door signalled that it was time to leave. I checked myself once more, and everything was perfect, from heels to hair. I was beautiful as fuck.

I opened the door, seeing Niki looking down on his phone, in a black tux. He slid his phone into his pocket, his gaze immediately trailing all over me, not only did he glance once, twice, but three times. He did three takes of my entire self.

He cleared his throat, walking down the stairs, not saying anything at all. Yeah, bet I made him all flustered.

He grabbed keys, guiding me out of the house and into a pitch black Bentley, windows tinted certainly more than the legal amount - but then again - we killed people relentlessly, overtinted windows were the least of his problems.

On the drive, Niki was being real awkward, occasionally glancing at me nervously, then looking back at the front. He was acting up real bad, and I found it pretty amusing.

We vanished from the known city of Seoul, the drive was quite long and we ended up driving into some forest, however, there was a path marked out. It did make me feel pretty nervous, being surrounded by pure darkness, and this narrow ass path.

It was away from any civilisation, quiet and tenebrous. I stared out of the window, wondering when we'd even get there.

"Don't worry, the place is almost here." Niki chuckled, noticing my nervousness. I dart my head to look at him, giving a slight pout.

"I wasn't scared at all." I rolled my eyes as he gave a small smile, knowing I was lying.

"Mhhhm, if you say so." Finally, we drove into a parking lot, in front of a huge building. The architecture on the outside was intricate, antique almost with hint of modern elements.

Pillars reaching up, carved designs and marble. It was such a pretty building. Before we stepped out, Niki pulled up his t-shirt, pulling out his glock and ensuring it had bullets in it. I furrowed my brows, staring at him in disbelief.

"Really? You got trust issues or something?" I scoffed, crossing my arms as I looked out of the window, there were quite a few cars parked here too.

"You can't ever be too prepared." He winked, stepping out and opening the door for me afterwards. Wow, what a gentleman I guess.

As we walked towards the entrance, Niki raised his arm, signalling me to link his arm. I reluctantly looped my arm with his, even though I gave a groan, he probably could sense that I didn't mean it at all.

We stepped into the entrance, and Niki handed the guard something, he nodded, letting us in. The outside of the building intrigued me, but the inside? Oh my fucking god, the most spacious ballroom ever, illuminated with grand chandeliers and gold accents among the marble walls.

This must've cost a fortune to make.

It was like a palace, I felt as if I didn't even belong in here. The place was pretty crowded, people were sat upstairs, downstairs, moving about, taking drinks, talking and what not.

We made our way up the velveted, grand, red stairs, the golden banister was something I had never seen in my life too.

I looked around as if I had never seen something so beautiful in my life before, and for a fact, I haven't. This is the most prettiest place I've seen in my entire 23 years of living.

Niki laughed at me, in awe of the building.

"You're acting like such an ordinary person right now." Niki whispered, chuckling at me once more.

"Why the hell did nobody tell me that the mafia life included this. Holy shit, I would've never left if I knew this was a part of it." I gazed around as he guided me to a table, isolated from all the other tables.

It was the largest table there, also furnished more intricately. This was probably the table of the most powerful clans.