𝐒𝐄𝐗 & 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 [𝐉𝐉𝐊]

2

The funeral was a bloodless affair, a farce in the world I lived in. No one dared spill blood on a day like this—when one of the kings fell.

But as I stood there, hidden in the back with my men, I wasn’t thinking about Mr. Lim or the empty legacy he left behind.

No.

I was thinking about her.

Lizzie stood at the front, dressed in black, the veil down, her body a dark temptation wrapped in mourning. My eyes devoured her.

She cried for her father, but in my head, I was still picturing her from last night—wild, uninhibited, wearing that tight dress like she owned the room.

I bit down on my lip, hard enough to taste blood. All I could think about was how she looked when she danced, how I had memorized every curve, every sway of her hips.

That’s my fucking girl.

Mine.

I could see her shaking, fingers clenched tight around the rosary, but all I wanted was to strip that mourning dress off her and see her bare again in my head, just like she was last night.

God, how I wanted her. I imagined pulling her aside right now, out of the crowd, tearing off those black clothes, feeling the heat of her body against mine.

The priest's voice droned on in the background, but I wasn’t listening. My mind was locked on her.

That blonde hair cascading over her face, her lips trembling, the way her fingers clutched at the rosary in her hands.

Those hands… God, what I’d give to feel them on me.

The mafia bosses stood solemnly, murmuring their respects, but I was watching the faces of those who would step forward to test her.

The old guard, the men who couldn’t stand the idea of a woman taking over the Blue Dragons. It was coming. The whispers had already started.

"She's not fit."

"A woman can't lead."

"We need strength, not softness."

I wanted to laugh. They had no idea what was coming.

When the service ended and Lim’s body was lowered into the ground, I watched the shift in the crowd. The whispers grew louder, the disrespect more apparent. They were circling her like vultures.

Then came the moment. The question that hung in the air, unspoken but felt by everyone: Who will lead the Blue Dragons now?

I already knew the answer. Hell, everyone knew. Lizzie was next in line. But they didn’t want to admit it.

The older men started talking among themselves, throwing out names, talking strategy as if Lizzie was invisible, standing there with her father’s blood barely dry.