Taste Of The Wild - The Four Seasons (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4: A Chance of No Return

Winter Blackburn

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My body was shivering with rage as I looked coldly at my colleagues' worn out bodies. They don't have much blood but they look like shit because of the wounds and bruises on their arms. Seems like they fought real hard and tried to protect their heads and vital parts.

Summer was facing the ground with beads of sweat on her golden skin. The palms of her hands supporting her entire body.

Autumn was unconscious, much to my relief because she would have been running her mouth with insults. Her back was on the hard ground and her red hair covering her eyes.

Spring on the other hand was panting and she supported herself to sit up on her knees, looking up with eyes closed.

"They were really tough. The bullets won't hit them and we had to use the sleeping gas to make them fall. But they still put on a fight even when they were on their knees. As expected of the great Elite Four."

I didn't budge on my place and just looked at him coldly. I saw him freeze and his eyes flinched a bit but it was only less than a second and he relaxed. Returning the irritating smile on his face.

"Their leader must be in trouble now that she lost her best allies on their knees." He mocked and I remained calm.

"What do you want?" I asked in a low voice you could say it might belong to a guy's.

The freak, who was taller than me, smiled like an idiot. What's his name again?

"Well, I wanted to ask something from you. Not just you being their leader, but also the great Mafia Boss Winter Blackburn." He stopped to await my next reaction.

As if he's trying to tick me off. I won't be impatient around him, and I'll only give him what he wants if I show him how pissed I am.

"I want you to join forces with the Dev Mafia." After he said that sentence, I immediately declined within a second.

"No."

He was taken aback by my answer but then he laughed maniacally. Even his colleagues were surprised by him.

"I was sure by the first time I saw you. You, my dear, are exactly the person my father and I want."

I raised my eyebrow in disgust and he shakes his head.

"Don't take this the wrong way. Your personality, your skills, and your belief makes you the best choice."

"I won't lower myself to be a dog within your mafia." I answered.

"Then, why don't we settle this the old way?"

I remained silent to let him continue.

"Let's make a pact. A fight to the death. You and my best (fighter), what'd you say?"

I looked straight into his eyes and raised my sword towards him.

"How about you fight with me?" I said it not in a question like sentence, but an order.

His men breathed in and turned their heads towards him but this freak wasn't even fazed.

"Oh? I would love to. But..." He trails off and the familiar presence suddenly appeared out of nowhere until I can see him standing beside his leader.

"... Gion here isn't fond of backing out for me."

The guy was absolutely charming. He was masculine yet slender and tall that even his clothes seemed to be stretching up to match his height. And his eyes... Those green eyes stand out with his skin tone.