All it took was a plane crash, and Kise Ryota was no more.
Strangely enough, he didn't feel sadness, only regret. Regret for not checking his engine beforehand. Regret for missing out on his friends with his job as a pilot. Regret for not spending t...
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The first time Natalia Ivanov met her future Boss, she felt blatant admiration and overwhelming fear in her heart. He didn't know she existed. She was one of the many people of the masses.
The second time, he saw her. One of his subordinates took her out of her bar, dragging her to the headquarter as she showed some potential and motivation. He barely spared her a glance, a shiver, a strange blend of fright and excitation went down her spine.
She was assigned to Secretary Sasha's squad, the Lightning Guardian at the time. The fifth one to take up the position. Natalia's role was minor if life was a play, she would be Passerby C.
The first time he addressed her, Secretary Vasiliy was in function. He was the eighth one to take up the Lightning Guardian's position. "Between him and you, who is the most useless?" were his exact words.
She remembered how the man she called her superior scaredly stared at the ground, unable to lift his head and sending her pleading glances as she gathered her nerves.
Vasiliy was the one who raised her position to right-hand woman, she owed him so much. But Vasiliy was suspected of treason.
Were there proofs?No.
Was he guilty?Maybe.
Was Natalia kind?No.
"I am," was her sober answer.
She can still remember the distinct curve of his lips at her words before he ushered the man next to him to move. In one swift movement, the Rain Guardian, the Cleaner, the best hitman in the Bratva, shot him down.
"Welcome Nonna, do not let me down," Aleksey uttered, his blank face displaying a shadow of a smile as he gestured for the girl to take the ring and earing from the still lukewarm corpse beside her.
Natalia steeled her nerves, gave a reverent bow, she silently took both pieces of jewelry, sliding the signet ring and putting the earing on.
She lifted her honey brown eyes, squarely meeting those mesmerizing pools of gold.
She was twenty-five. That was twelve years ago. She became the ninth Lightning Guardian, Nonna.
