Dangerous Affection

A TRAIN, A SMUGGLER AND A MAFIA BOYFRIEND

Roy followed Kaira through the winding backstreets of Eastbridge, his mind racing.
She was good-too good. Calm, confident, and quick to take control. He didn't know whether to be impressed or annoyed. She led him through a narrow alleyway until they reached a rusted door tucked between two old buildings. With a quick knock, the door creaked open, revealing their hidden spot. It was dimly lit, but well-furnished with maps, weapons, and monitors.
Kaira walked over to a table and set down the vegetable basket she had been carrying the entire time. Roy watched in confusion as she pulled out the tomatoes-then, underneath them, two sleek guns.
"These," she said, handing one to Roy, "are from the team. Tomorrow, we've got work."
Roy's eyes narrowed as she pulled out a photograph, placing it in front of him. The man in the image was sharp, with cold eyes and a wicked grin.
"His name is Jorje Lorrendes," Kaira explained. "He's a well-known smuggler, and according to the latest intel, we're catching him at the train station tomorrow.
He's the guy who's been leaking information to the cops. If he even gets a glimpse of us, we're screwed."
"What if we miss him?" Roy asked, his mind already running through different scenarios.
"Then we wait for another chance," Kaira replied. "But if he sees us-"
"Shoot him," Roy finished her sentence, his voice steely. His hand tightened on the gun.
"If he's the one exposing our operations, he dies."
Kaira nodded, her expression serious.
"Exactly. Jorje knows me well, and if he gets away, he'll blow m' ver. We can't afford that."
Roy felt the familiar pulse of anger rising in him. This was personal now. He could feel it in his bones-his father's legacy, his own pride as a mafia boss, and the need for revenge against anyone daring to challenge them.
The next day, Roy was sitting on the train platform, waiting for Jorje to show. The station buzzed with commuters, the screech of trains arriving and departing filling the air.
Roy's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the smuggler's familiar face. He glanced at his watch. They had a small window to make the hit.
Just then, a shadow fell over the seat beside him, and he turned to see Hita. Of all people, she was here. In a completely different outfit-dark jacket, sunglasses-he was certain she wouldn't recognize him. Roy shifted in his seat, trying to stay calm.
Hita didn't seem to notice anything strange at first, until two boys swaggered onto the train. They were loud, obnoxious, and clearly headed her way. Roy's instincts kicked in, but he k himself still, watching.
"Hey," one of the boys called out, grinning at Hita. He pulled her headphones out, dangling them in the air. "Remember me? I told you last week-you're gonna be mine."
Hita flinched, looking uncomfortable as the guy started making crude comments.
"Come on," he sneered, "why don't you just give in and date me? It'll be fun. We'll be real close."
The other boy laughed, but Hita's face showed fear and annoyance. She glanced to her side, her eyes landing on Roy. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Roy stood up abruptly.
"I'm her boyfriend," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Get your filthy hands off her."

The train car went silent. The two boys stared at Roy, their expressions shifting from cocky to terrified in a split second.
There was something in Roy's eyes- something dark, menacing, and utterly terrifying. His tall frame loomed over them, and for a moment, they were paralyzed by the cold fury on his face.
The lead bully gulped. "W-we didn't mean anything by it," he stammered, backing away. His friend quickly followed suit, nodding and apologizing. "S-sorry, man. We were just joking."
Roy didn't flinch. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his gaze never wavered from theirs. "Joking, huh?" he said, his voice quiet but dripping with menace. "You think it's funny to harass her?"
The boys shook their heads furiously, backing up even more.
"Then get lost," Roy barked, his voice sharp enough to cut steel.
They bolted, but just when Roy thought it was over, the doors at the back of the train opened, and the bullies returned-with a gang. Five or six of them, each more rowdy than the last, crowded into the train car, glaring at Roy like they wanted a fight.
"Looks like your 'boyfriend' is in for a real beating now," the lead bully taunted.
Roy sighed, rolling his neck and cracking his knuckles. "Fine. Let's get this over with."
Without warning, the first thug charged at him, but Roy was ready. He sidestepped the attack and delivered a swift punch to the guy's gut, sending him crashing to the ground. Another one came from behind, but Roy twisted, delivering a solid kick that knocked the guy into a row of seats.
The fight quickly escalated into chaos. The gang tried to overpower Roy, but he was faster, stronger, and completely in control.
His movements were precise, each punch and kick delivered with deadly accuracy.
The thugs barely h- time to react before they were on the t.
, groaning in pain.
The fight quickly escalated into chaos. The gang tried to overpower Roy, but he was faster, stronger, and completely in control.
His movements were precise, each punch and kick delivered with deadly accuracy.
The thugs barely had time to react before they were on the floor, groaning in pain.
Roy's eyes were burning with fury, his mafia instincts taking over. He didn't even notice how terrified the rest of the passengers were, watching him dismantle the gang like it was nothing. The last guy standing took one look at Roy's cold glare and ran for the exit, tripping over his own feet in his haste to get away.
Roy straightened up, his adrenaline still pumping. He glanced around, making sure the fight was over. Then, it hit him-he had completely lost track of Jorje. His target.
"Shit!" he muttered under his breath, scanning the platform outside the train.
Kaira was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Jorje.

In his frustration, Roy turned to leave, ready to find Kaira and fix the situation. But just as he was about to step off the train, Hita grabbed his arm.
"Wait!" she called, a smile creeping onto her face. "You never told me you were my mafia boyfriend!"
Roy's heart stopped for a second, the blood draining from his face. He yanked his arm free and bolted down the platform without another word.
As he ran, he heard her yell from behind him, loud enough for half the station to hear,
"DON'T RUN, MAFIA BOYFRIEND!"
The laughter that followed echoed in Roy's ears, but he didn't stop. Not now. He had a mission to complete.
Back in the train, Hita watched Roy disappear into the crowd, still smiling to herself. "Mafia boyfriend, huh?" she giggled, shaking her head and returning to her seat, completely oblivious to what she had just stumbled into.