Freen's POV
Finally.
Fucking finally. I have her.
Oh I am so fucking happy right now. After knocking the bitch out I pick her up in a bridal style way. I kick open the door and I walk out. As I continue walking I see a few of her defenders guarding the exit.
Fuck!
I sigh frustratedly before looking around to see if there are any empty rooms. But of course there ain't.
What now? What fucking now?!!!
I quietly tiptoe and hide behind a wall. I take my phone out to call my defenders that came with me.
"Yes boss?" One of my defenders asks on the phone.
"I've got her. But there are two defenders from her side guarding the exit. I need your help."
I whisper.
"Don't worry boss. We're on our way." I hear him say and I nod and cut off the call.
I look down into my arms to still see this bitchy leader still knocked out. Well that's what she gets for not following my instructions. That's her fault and not anyone else's fault.
............
After a few minutes or so I'm still waiting. Where the fuck are my defenders?! I've been standing here for minutes now.
GUNSHOT!
GUNSHOT!
I immediately flinch at the sudden gunshots.
I peek my head behind the wall to see the defenders lying in their own blood. I smile cruelly. Just in time.
I get out from behind the wall and my defenders bow before following me outside the building.
We head outside and towards the van and a car that's parked up right outside. My defenders get into the van and I get into the back seat of the car with The Masked Fighter who's completely unconscious still.
Oh the fun has just fucking begun....
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"What do you mean you ain't gonna reveal her identity?" Nam asks following me behind.
I roll my eyes in frustration and ignoring her before heading into my office.
I take a seat in my chair and I lean back and I close my eyes.
After we returned back to the headquarters I've put The Masked Fighter into the death room and now we have to wait until she awakes. But for now I've decided to not yet reveal her identity.
I want it to be a surprise. To reveal her before she dies. That's my plan and I'm going to stick to it.
"I asked you a question Freen!" Nam raises her voice obviously annoyed.
"I got her so I can do whatever I want with her. End of discussion." I tell her with my eyes still shut. Today has been a long ass day and all I want to is to relax. Not to fucking be questioned by Nam.
"But-"
"No fucking buts Nam!" I snap at her while I look up at her. She sighs.
"Fine." She turns around and walks out my office slamming the door behind.
Jeez. Why can't people let me do what I want to do without asking questions?!
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FEW HOURS LATER.
Becky's POV
I stir a little.
My eyes slowly opening but I'm blinking a lot trying to adjust to the lighting.
My head is fucking pounding my body is so fucking sore. Ugh.
Once I've fully adjusted to the light I look up a little. Where the fuck am I?!
The walls of the room is all black. No windows at all and a table in the corner showing a lot of different torture devices. I have something like this back in my headquarters. Except it's much more better and more intimidating.
This? This is a piece of shit.
But the room is very suffocating to be in. It's like the air is really thick and hard to breathe in. And all you can smell is blood. Ugh.
I then try to move a bit but I notice I can't. What the heck?!
I look down to see I'm tied to the chair. My ankles are tied to the legs, a rope tied around my stomach and my wrists are handcuffed behind me. I try to move a little more but it's no use. I'm also facing the door so whoever walks in can see me right then and there!
Shit! This is not good. But where the heck am I? I can't remember a damn thing. Think Becky! Think!!
But before I can even think to myself I can hear the door unlock. The door opens and my eyes widen and my tied up hands behind me slowly turn into a fist shape.
FREEN!!!!
She gives a nasty smirk before letting one of her defenders inside. She closes the door and locks it behind her afterwards. I gulp.
Shit. Why the fuck am I nervous? Well you can't fucking blame me when a bitchy girl is smirking at me and a big buff guy has his arms crossed ready to do whatever his boss tells him to do.
My eyebrows furrow slightly.
Oh I am so not ready....
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Dangerous Lovers (Freen and Becky)
FanfictionFreen a powerful mafia boss. She is rich, powerful but a very dangerous young woman. She leads 'The Red Rings' as they all wear red rings. Everyone knows not to mess with her gang or they'll be in danger. Until a gang that has been quiet for years i...
