Prologue

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"Please, Please, I need to win! I have a daughter to get back to, please!" The woman begs and I sigh as I point the gun at my head. I was in the middle of a hearts game with a collar around my throat. Russian Roulette was the game we were in the middle of, there was a die( dice) on the table, and it told us who we had to aim at, Yourself, another player, or player's choice. There were ten of us and now it's just me and one other lady.

I rolled a Player choice.

I sigh as my hand shakes, but then point the gun at her and she gasps with wide eyes as tears flow down her weathered cheeks." I'm sorry." I tell her and pull the trigger, with a loud bang the bullet goes through her forehead making her head whip back and fall forward onto the table we are sat at. My bones sing with the knockback of the gun and I quickly drop it with wide eyes, a notification pops up on my phone.

I won myself a 7-day visa I pick up the 7 of hearts card and shove it in my pocket with the rest of my cards, as I wrap my arms around myself and run out of the building, up ahead I see there must have been another game as people exit a building. I huff as I accidentally slam into someone and fall on my ass and I look down as I try to catch my breath.

"Watch it, kid!" I get yelled at only to recognize the voice that I haven't heard in a long time, a voice that belonged to my uncle who went missing.

"Uncle?" I call out and slowly look up.

The man had a hard-set face until our eyes met and his whole demeanor softened.

"Nephew." He says grabbing my arm and helping me up, I eye the people behind him, all with some sort of weapon. I suddenly get yanked to his chest and I sigh as I hide my face in his shoulder and grip his shirt, my body shakes as I try to hold back my tears. He holds me tighter until I stop shaking.

"The cars waiting boss." Someone speaks behind my uncle.

"In a minute." He mutters. He pulls away from me and I wipe my face." Come home with me." I nod at my uncle's words and he puts his arm to my shoulder as he walks me to a car. I sit in the back, in the middle. A man with Tattoo's all over his face and a sword sits to my left and a man with a bunch of piercings with a gun sits to my right.

"Niragi, Last Boss, this is my Nephew, Jinx. I want you two to keep him safe when he's at the beach, alright?" Uncle asks from the passenger seat looking back at us as the person driving gets ignored.

"Yes boss." Niragi grins at me.

"I don't need protecting." I snap." I've been here for almost 4 months alright? I've made it on my own."

My uncle sighs." You don't need to do it on your own anymore." I huff. " When we get to the beach you'll see Takeru Danma, he'll be happy to see you, but he'll uh- he'll want your cards."

I shrug, "He can have them." I mutter playing with my fingers.

"Jinx." My uncle calls out and I hum as I glance up at him."I'm glad you're okay, I know things were hard for you back hom-" I cut him off.

"Dad thought you were a faggot." I cut him off and Niragi giggles as my uncle's eyes widen.

"You disappeared with Takeru, and were never heard from again, you were missing for almost a year before I was taken. I wasn't allowed to say your name in my own house, without Dad beating me. And when I found my own style, he blamed you, said being a faggot must run in the family, that you cursed our blood."

My uncle sighs." I'm not-"

"I know, dad just needed someone to blame, for me being the way I am." I tell him as we stop I see a huge hotel.

"And you are?" I ask and I chuckle.

"Feminine, I like getting dressed up and doing makeup, but I'm also Pansexual, I fall in love with the person, not the gender." I tell him and he nods with a slight smile.

"You are my Nephew Jinx, I'm happy if you're happy." He tells me and I smile at his acceptance. Niragi and last boss get out of the car, I slide to get out on Niragi's side only for him to hold out his hand to help me out, I take it with a grin and he pulls me out.

"Let's go meet with Hatter." My uncle speaks as we walk into the hotel.

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