𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. (𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

05.

────── ⌜ 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. ⌟ ──────

“Hello, Pinky.” 

Not to exaggerate, but Sanzu felt like disintegrating into the air the moment he realized the woman he had in his arms. Looking past the thick layer of makeup on your face and the auburn colored wig that you wore as a disguise, the little dimple on your cheek and the twinkle in your eyes gave it off. 

It was you, the woman he was so infuriated about since last night. The woman who made him so mad to the point that he lowered his guard down, giving yourself an opportunity to toy with him again. You were the woman who he admittedly called her pretty, kissing your soft and plump lips that ravished him to want more. 

To accompany his dawning existential crisis, he realized that…

He just called you pretty. 

“What the f*ck.” 

Then he kissed you. 

“What the f*ck.” 

...and he liked it.

 "WHAT THE F*CK."

With that, his soul leaves his body, flying out from his gaping mouth. “Woah! Hang in there, pinky! Did you like my flavoured lipstick that much?” You chuckled, watching him tug on his pink locks while having a mental crisis over what had just happened. 

The sound of your melodious laughter made his heart flutter. F*ck, he can't go down like this. He can't let this woman make him feel…weak. The thought of submitting to this thing called feelings — oh how the word makes him gag — made him snap. 

He must stop your advances no matter what…  

He then erects (lol) from his seat and points his gun at you. "You f*cking bitch-"

…but then, he realized that…

A fork was thrown his way and pierced his head. With that, Sanzu lowered his gun and sat back down with a blank look on his face as blood splurts out from his injury.

...he can't do that when you have Mikey's protection.

The said male's cold gaze lingered on Sanzu's defeated look before meeting your eyes, ushering you to sit next to him. You spared a worried glance at the pink haired male before obliging to Mikey's command. 

The moment you sink onto the couch's soft leather cushion, Mikey's arm drapes over your shoulder, pulling you closer to his body. The two of you sat in comfortable silence before he leaned down on you, whispering, "Tryna get away?" he asks, then gestures his eyes to the dance floor.

Amidst the crowd stood a middle-aged man looking around with a pissed look etched into his face. The man was Cassano, a criminal who was exiled from Italy and now seeks refuge to renew his reputation as a mafioso from a feared family. 

"He's been after you since an hour ago." Mikey points out, "Did you run into trouble?" He stares at you for an answer. You averted your gaze to look back at the man, sighing at his persistence. 

"He tried to hire me to do dirty work, but since I don't do that, I had to decline his offer. He didn't seem to like the answer he got and began to threaten me." You scoffed, eyeing the man who was after you, ignoring the subtle way that Mikey's grip on your shoulders tightened. 

"Dirty work, huh?" His cold gaze targets the man before turning to Sanzu, who was dealing with the fork lodged into his head, "Sanzu." He called, eyes piercing the said male's soul with all seriousness.