Choi San, a revered and feared mafia boss, reigns over Seoul's underworld with an iron fist, his influence extending seamlessly across both legal and illegal domains. But his empire is shaken to its core when his beloved daughter, Eun-ji, is kidnapp...
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The night stretched out endlessly as I drove through the lot, packed with cars lined up like soldiers, engines still warm from the rush of racing. Music blasted from the speakers of some tricked-out car, a pounding bass that rattled the air. My eyes darted from one place to another, taking in the scene—girls draped over guys in their flashy clothes, laughing without a care in the world. But nothing about this place was as carefree as it seemed. It was dangerous. It was fast. The kind of fast that could get you killed if you weren't careful.
The women who hung around these men had no place in this world, not really. They were accessories, draped like trophies over men whose lives were built on danger, on speed, on the kind of anger that simmered just below the surface, ready to explode at any moment. These weren't just some cute drifter boys showing off their cars. No, these men were unhinged, their reputations dripping with violence and criminal records as long as their egos. They wore their anger like a badge of honor, competing to see who could be the most dangerous, the most reckless.
I killed the engine and stepped out of my car, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt. The night air hit me, cool but heavy with the scent of gasoline and smoke. Tattoos crawled up my arms, over my neck, black ink standing stark against my skin. My hair, black and long, was tucked behind my ear, and I could feel the weight of my earrings brush against my jaw. To these guys, I was a joke. They saw the hair, the earrings, the tattoo stretching across my back, and they thought soft. But they couldn't have been more wrong.
I wasn't soft. My life had never allowed me to be. I'd grown up hard, moving from one home to another, never staying in one place long enough to feel like it mattered. The last time I saw my parents? Hell if I could even remember. They disappeared from my life after my sister's death, blaming me for the one thing I couldn't stop. Their grief had turned into something twisted—drugs, crimes, running from the cops like they were in some sort of race to the bottom. The last time I heard from them was a blur of bitterness, and from that moment on, I'd been on my own.
I pushed those thoughts out of my mind as I approached Yeosang, who stood with Jongho and some other guy I didn't recognize. Jongho was laughing about something, his deep voice cutting through the noise, but the stranger was the one who caught my attention. Even before I reached them, I could feel his eyes on me, and the second I looked his way, he didn't break the stare.
"There you are," Yeosang called out, his voice loud over the music. He patted the stranger on the shoulder. "Thought you forgot you were racing tonight."
I shrugged, my eyes flicking between them. "I don't forget."
Yeosang nodded, a smirk playing at his lips as he gestured to the guy standing beside him. "This is Seonghwa—he's from the other side of the city. You're riding with him tonight."
I looked Seonghwa up and down, sizing him up in a way that wasn't exactly subtle. He was tall, lean, with an air of calm that didn't quite fit with the chaos around us. His eyes were dark, sharp, and they watched me with an intensity I wasn't used to.
