One-eyed Ronin

Chapter 10

Third Person's POV

Several gang members were talking in the streets.

"The One-eyed Ronin is really the scariest than the Red Wolf"

"The One-eyed Ronin also brought the Mexican Gang bosses' heads and offer it to Red Wolf's grave."

"The underground are now more stable than ever. Did you notice that other mafias are staying low-key?

"Even the public is afraid of the rumored Blackwater syringe."

"Some even said that the One-eyed Ronin is the current headboss of the Yakuza-Maranzano-Cheskaya Bratva"

"I think no one can surpass that level of powerful mafia."

Samantha's POV

I'm safe now, all thanks to Ronin. They managed to return all the stolen money from our company, and I'm amazed at how quickly they mobilized the law enforcement. But why is the news mentioning the One-eyed Ronin? Could they be referring to Ronin?

Ronin told us we were rescued because of the Police Force, but sometimes I wonder. I've seen how their men bow to her, not just once.

I remember the time I bumped into her in the restroom. I initially mistook her for a man—tall, masculine, with striking different eyes. I admit, they're attractive, especially when she dances. I particularly liked her "Hey Daddy" routine and when she showed off their six-pack abs. I even felt jealous watching her grind and flirt with another dancer.

Ever since that encounter and when she handed me that rose, I haven't been able to forget her. Whenever there's a meeting at Maranzano's Incorporation, I find myself hoping to see her again.

Now, I'm questioning my sexual orientation because I feel drawn to her. I miss how she comforted me, held me in her arms, and kissed my forehead. I felt calm, stable, and secure whenever I was with her.

Ronin's POV

Since we returned home, my twin sister has been questioning me relentlessly about how I helped in their rescue. She even conducted research and asked if I'm the One-eyed Ronin. Knowing she wouldn't listen to me, I had Ran explain to her. She believes Ran, knowing he's a computer expert, we told her that we coordinated well with the Police Force. My sister is suspicious of me, but she can't prove anything because I've made sure to keep my involvement in the "dirty work" hidden. I want to fulfill our mother's wish for a peaceful life. If it weren't for me, I'd gladly let my twin sister enjoy it.

There are times I find her crying in her room, refusing to let me go, so sometimes I sleep there with her. Over the past few weeks, she's been recovering from her traumatic experience.

"Hey Ronin, why are you just lying around on the couch?"

"I'm just resting, love," I replied, trying to calm her.

"Why don't you help me with our business?" she pressed.

She continued to nag until Samantha arrived.

"Hi Ronin. I wanted to visit and thank you again for saving me," Samantha greeted warmly.

"Don't worry about it, Sam," I smiled.

Reika waved goodbye and headed to her office.

"Um... can I invite you to dinner?" Samantha asked shyly.

It was unusual for someone to invite me out; usually, I was the one courting others before falling in love with Antonnia.

"I just want to get to know you better, if that's okay," Samantha added shyly, looking adorable.

Since I had delegated management of the organizations to my men, I decided to enjoy my time with her.

"Sure. Is it for tonight?"

"Yes, if you're available. Reika mentioned you love Filipino food, so I know a delicious restaurant. I'd love to take you there."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at your mansion."

"But... I'm the one inviting you, so I should pick you up," Samantha insisted.

"It's fine. I don't like keeping beautiful girls waiting. I'll come to your mansion and wait for you," I replied with a smile.

Samantha blushed and then handed me cookies she had baked.

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After spending time with Samantha following that dinner, I found myself developing feelings for her. I began accompanying my twin sister not to assist her, but to see Samantha. I think I like her.

There were also occasions when Antonnia visited our mansion. However, unlike before, I no longer feel the same way about her. She often invited me to lunch, dinner, shopping, and vacations like she used to, but this time, I didn't make myself available. Though tempted to be with her, I feared being hurt again. While I still loved her and she had an effect on me, I felt it best to avoid her for now.