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chapter 1;

The date was May 22, 2017, I took a red sharpie to my mouth and sharply removed the cap then tossed it to the side. I took the sharpie and drew a slash on today's date. I tossed the sharpie behind me and took another look around the studio apartment, it was beautiful. When you look outside, through the huge windows in the living room, there was a beautiful view of the city. The place was very modernized which wasn't my favourite style, but it would work well enough to settle in. I pick up my phone from off the counter and dial his number," Get the rats over here, This one was a disgusting mess, I give you 2 minutes, be on time for once, asshole". I hang up right away and set down the phone in the same place I picked it up. I walked around the apartment, dragging my hand up against the wall as I walked around the apartment again. The last place I had was a small cabin back in Poland, where I grew up. About 2 minutes later, a knock was at the door. I walk over to the door, gun in hand, and peer through the peep hole. "Finally, I thought I was going to fall asleep" I say as I open up the door to the men in the suits. They all looked the same, the same old stereotypical middle-aged man, brown hair, glasses and a expressionless look on their face. They all file in apologizing and bowing, dragging their cleaning supplies with them. As all of them enter the apartment, Tig, the one in charge of the group, sets down his cleaning materials," Where is he boss?" he whispers as he avoids eye contact with me. What a good rat. I point my finger towards the kitchen, where my 'friend' was, and shooed them away. I watched them leave towards the room, one by one. I then spin on my heal and reach into my leather jacket's pocket and pull out a lilac flower and gently place it on the floor when I hear a mumble. I sharply stand up and walk to the kitchen quietly. "Ugh, there is so much brain matter, she really is loosing her tou-" Before the worker could even finish his sentence, I slide behind him and shove a pill into his mouth and force him to swallow it. "Now you have..." I pull my sleeve up and look down at my iced out gucci watch and then back at him, "A perfect amount of time to clean all this shit up before you die. If you do a well enough job, I might even give you the antidote." I say as I put my hand on his cheek and caress his face. "Chop chop , rats! If I hear another squeak from anyone else, you're all going to end up like your buddy here. Okay?" I say as I smile a painfully fake grin and sharply turn away to go and sit on the couch. I lean over and grab my handbag, pulling out my journal and a fountain pen. I open up the journal to an open page and begin to write.'Hello to who ever the fuck is reading this. My name is... well... a secret... I go as Ela, I am the leader of the most powerful under ground gang in South Korea . I was born in Poland, in the little city of Andrychow but I moved around a lot. Although Poland was my homeland, my family is spread around the world. Almost every country you can think of has a part of our gang, small or big. Leyson, my father's code name, the most wanted man on earth, gave me the position of leader in South Korea after I finished highschool in America. As I am the daughter of the most powerful underground man, my face has never been seen. I wear a bandage across my face, covering my whole face except my eyes. My ruby colored eyes are probably my favourite feature. I always wear a wig, every day a new one. Oh shit, I almost forgot. I do all the dirty work for my father. Whenever someone tries to scam my Tata? I'm the one with their blood on my hands. I don't mind, it never gets on my wigs so there is nothing to worry about! Le-' I stop. "That should be enough for now" I say as I put away my journal and the pen. Maybe this whole journal thing is a waste. I shrug and lean back on the couch with a sigh.

"Done, boss, would you like us to burn the place?" Tig said as he tossed the antidote to the dying worker. "No, I quite like it. It's mine now." I say as I stretch my hands. "Tell father to get someone to fix up this place for me as soon as possible, thanks love!" I say as I grin widely. He nods in response and leaves the apartment. "Ahh what to do...." I say as I take off my gloves and set them down on the coffee table. "Hey Siri?" I call to my phone. "Yes, Ela?" The automated voice says. "Call Jackson", I say in response. The phone starts to ring Jackson, my best friend. As soon as he answers I yell to my phone, "Jacksonnnn~ Come here, I miss youuu~ I'm so cold... in this empty apartment.... Come and make me warmm~~" I cooed at him. Jackson sighs," Mark is right next to me, do you have to do this every time you call me?!" Jackson whined. "Mhm~ Then it wouldn't be so fun. Come over, Tig should have sent you the adress". "I'll come over tomorrow, I have work to do." Jackson said as he hung up. I sit up and blankly look at a wall then violently chuck the phone at the couch. "fucking prick, why the hell is he the only one that doesn't take me seriously" I mumble as I start to head to the bedroom and lay down when I hear a man's voice echo's through the house. "Hey sorry to interupt, the door was open". I sit up abruptly, "so he did end up coming" I think to myself, I take off my bandages and skip over to where the voice came from. "Jackson~ you ca-" I stop in my tracks as my eyes lock with not Jackson, but a stranger. I freeze. "who are you?" we say in unison. I back up and grab my hand gun from the counter. "I ask the fucking questions" I say, releasing the safety off the gun and pointing it directly in the temple of the strangers face. "Uhhh, i'm a prostitute".