"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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Some people will never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live. ~ Charles Bukowski
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Red polished fingernails tapped on the vodka glass.
Her impatience showing in the huff and puff every few seconds. She hated when people were late. Which was odd considering every single person she was close to had punctuality problems. If it was anyone else, she'd be long gone by now. But for him, she would wait forever if necessary. Especially when she hadn't seen him in ages.
Her topaz-colored catlike eyes scanned the bar in hopes of finding him. She was drawing too much unwanted attention right now, sitting in there alone. She couldn't blame the men for staring her low-cat V neck. The silver shirt and crimson hair didn't exactly go unnoticed, not even in Korea's most crowded bar. And let's not talk about the red lipstick.
What? She might not want the attention right now, but she wouldn't go into a bar dressed as a nun. It wasn't her fault she was too sexy for her own good.
Normally she'd revel in the attention she was receiving, even flirt with the cute bartender that was throwing heart eyes at her direction every chance he had. Not tonight though. Tonight was different. She had to put her plan into motion and this man was the only person she could trust and rely on to deliver or at the very least, the only one she knew would never betray her.
"I thought I I spotted a bad bitch!" a familiar voice said loud enough for her to hear. A sly smirk graced his lips as he stopped two steps behind her.
The corners of her blood-red lips twitched up, before molding into an arrogant smirk. Her back still turned to him she flipped her hair to the side and leaning back on on the stool, she responded with the same level of sultry sarcasm.
"I thought I smelled pig-shit!"
Her voice was sweet, but the tension was palpable between them for anyone who was watching too closely. The handsome bartender took a double-take on both of his clients wondering if he should call the guards in case a fight broke out between the two. Fat chance. He quickly dismissed the idea.
Recognizing the man immediately, he scattered off to the other side of the bar to serve another client, keeping his eyes and ears on them both.
The girl turned around on her stool, resting one elbow on the counter behind her and staring up at the young male in mid-twenties with a stern look. He mimicked her actions, meeting her eyes with a demanding scowl.
"Now, is this a way to speak to your Oppa?" He chastised her as if she was a misbehaving kid.
"As if my Oppa would be a butthead like you!" She scoffed rolling her eyes.
