Taming Mrs. Mafia

12 Without Hesitation, Hana Dived

Hana slowly crouched down to hide behind the bushes. She has no idea what's happening yet, but her gut told her to be cautious.

Thankfully, the bushes were unkempt. It shielded her enough for the people not to notice her presence immediately. She tried to peek at what was going on.

On the other side, a man full of tattoos on his arms and neck was blowing a puff of smoke from his tobacco. He was looking down on a kneeling man he called 'Fujimoto' who was being held down by two scary-looking men wearing suits. Three others were standing guard in case the kneeling man attempted to escape. The man, who was speaking to Fujimoto before, was in his 50s. He looked like a big-time loan shark with his rough face and thick mustache. His fingers were filled with gold rings and on his neck draped a huge gold chain. The man was all muscles in a three-piece suit.

People who happened to meet him for the first time were bound to think that the man killed people as a hobby, especially now that a bloody man was kneeling in front of him.

The kneeling man, on the other hand, was tied up and he looked like he would die any moment from all the blood flowing out of his body. His posture may be leaning like that famous tower but his eyes were blazing with anger. Hana cannot gauge how old Fujimoto is due to the blood covering his face. But, based on his white hair and the way he delivered himself regally despite his battered state, it seemed like Fujimoto was someone old and important. He looked a little older than the tattooed guy. His tattered clothes made Hana assume that he was a trusted butler of people who lived in castles.

"You will regret doing this to me, you bastard." He threatened in a low voice then spit on the tattooed man's expensive shoes.

Woah, classy people still looked classy even when they were cursing and spitting. Hana thought in amazement.

"You're already knocking on death's door and still bold enough to get on my nerves, huh?" The tattooed man wiped his shoes against Fujimoto's trousers.

"Even if I die today, I will make sure to drag you with me to hell." Fujimoto laughed sinisterly.

It was blood-chilling for Hana to hear Fujimoto laugh like that. She tried her best to stay hidden and not make any sounds.

"Goodbye, Fujimoto."

The tattooed man spread his palm towards one of his men as if to ask for something. A brooding man with a huge scar running across his face handed him a gun.

The tattooed boss seemed impatient and wanted everything to be over and done with. He quickly chambered a round in the gun and fired a shot nonchalantly. Fujimoto was hit right in the middle of his forehead. He fell with that maniacal look still plastered on his face.

Hana was dumbfounded that things escalated that quickly. She could not hold a loud gasp from escaping her mouth. Right there and then, she knew they heard her. Blood rushed to her head and her heart beat wildly.

The guy with a scar across his face was the only one who heard the sound she made and he quickly turned to look in her direction. The rest of the guys followed him.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

They all pointed their guns her way.

Each of their steps scrunched against the gravel and the sound increased the speed of Hana's thumping heart. She was about to puke her guts out and her heart will be the first thing she spit out of her mouth. Trembling like a leaf, Hana pushed the queasiness she felt at the back of her mind and started to focus on finding a way to escape.

I'll be dead if I'm caught by them. I have to escape!

She remembered the place where she dived. She willed herself to stand despite not feeling her legs anymore and started sprinting in a zigzag like people do in the movies to make it easier to dodge the bullets if they ever tried to shoot her. She was not sure if her method would save her nosy ass but it's better than nothing.