The Gang Leaders

Engagement

Lucy POV

"That's the last one," Levy said through the intercom.

We had just finished taking out the last of Dragon Fist's drug dealers. We now had a monopoly on the drug trade around here. Levy hacked their camera's so they don't know anything happened, as we also killed all their guarding members before they could alert anyone. Dead and dying Dragons littered the ground. The masked ladies known as Dark Angels held a prideful stance as they checked for escapees. 

My phone buzzed at my side. It was probably my dad. As a high-ranking business man's daughter, I have to balance the life of an angelic heiress and bloodthirsty mafia lord. Strapping the gun back to my waist, I checked my phone. Sure enough, it was my dad. 'Get home and ready for a business meeting.' 

Groaning, I beckoned my second in command, "Erza,"

"Yeah, Boss?"

"I have to go. Clean up here and report back to base as soon as possible."

She nodded and rounded up the other members. I put my metal mask that covered half of my face back on. The mask is signature to our gang. Along with the well known logoed black leather attire.

I quickly drove off. The crisp, cold air prickling my bare arms. I drove through the night. Buildings covered in ample amounts of graffiti passed my vision. Sketchy men in black sweatshirts and drunk girls in glittery dresses littered the cracked sidewalks. Veering off the main road, I took the back route to the Heartfilia Estate. The small road was constructed by my dad to give me a way to get back home without being suspected of the crimes I commit. the back entrance to the grand mansion I call home came into view. I entered the large garage, drifting to a stop beside a wide variety of fancy cars and motorcycles. Dismounting the star printed bike, I sprint to get ready before I'm late.

Rushing through the halls, I barely noticed the pitying looks the staff was giving me. The long hallway seemed to get longer as I sped through. I never cared much for the mansion luxuries. Fancy tapestries and eccentric portraits aren't really my thing. I skidded to a stop in front of the familiar door. Finally, in my room, I threw off my mask and holsters. Stumbling around as I tried to get everything else off, I somehow managed to get to my closet.

Throwing the rest of my clothes somewhere in the dark abyss I call my room, I shuffle through all my dresses till I find one that suits my needs. I quickly slip on the dress (Media). Snatching a pair of heels that may or may not contain chloroform in the heels, I slid the gold stilettos onto my feet. The navy dress just barely hides my gang tattoo on my lower back. 

Releasing a quick breath, I then ran, or as well as I could, to my vanity and started styling my hair as fast as humanly possible with a burning hot Torture device. I mean, come on, a curling iron is worse than being on the receiving end of Erza's anger. That lady is scary. She was one of the first members of my gang. She was an orphan looking for a purpose. 

After what felt like forever I unplugged the iron and slipped a small dagger in my bra and a gun into the holster on my thigh. I gave a satisfied sigh and finally walked out, heading towards the front room.

This better not be boring, cause I got a dagger and I'm not afraid to use it.

Natsu POV.

I was there, in that giant mansion, not knowing why, or what the type of business dad wanted me for.

The Heartfilia estate was nothing short of magnificent. It seemed to radiant light. Crested walls and golden chandeliers that cost more than most all of my drug establishments combined. Well, since Fallen Heaven started picking off my dealers, that's not saying much. That gang is brutal. I heard that even their information has eradicated an entire gang single-handedly. Their leader is rumored to have never missed a shot nor failed a mission. That gang is getting on my nerves. First, it was just one-upping us at everything but then those bitches started to take out our dealers! We don't even realize it happens until the business starts going down. I don't know how they do it but they have abilities that far exceeds 

My dad was seated next to me, talking to some guy with blonde hair and a mustache that looked like some high-class businessman. He probably is. I don't have the same interest in this kind of business like my father. He is the owner of one of the largest businesses in the world. My mother is good at the actual running of stocks and finance but My fathers skill in negotiation is unmatched. 

"Where is she? She's supposed to be here by now." I heard mustache man say, obviously irritated. Jude? I think his name was. 

The quiet tap of heels snapped me out of my thoughts. A beautiful woman strode into the parlor, her hips swaying slightly with every movement. The woman had a curvaceous figure with a slim waist and large breasts. Blonde curls loosely framed the gorgeous face. Her large chocolate eyes shined with innocence. A small smile adorned her plump lips. Just the sights of her made my hormones go wild.

"Sorry I took so took so long." The blonde beauty apologized, "I was taking care of some... business." Her father looked at her sternly, probably conveying something only she was supposed to know. She shrugged and innocence in her eyes disappeared slightly.

"Well," My father started, "It's about time we tell them, isn't it Jude" The mustache dude nodded, what looked like slight fear evident on his face. "Well then, Natsu, Meet your fiance!" 

My jaw dropped.

WHAT?!