Blood At Dawn... [Completed]

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"20 million dollars." There voice echoes through the phone.

"Okay. I will inform you when it is complete." I say calmly before hanging up. I throw the track phone away in a near by trash can.

I walk to a library and straight to one of the computers. There I search his name in the search bar.

"Bang Chan." I mumble to myself. I scroll down and click on a couple articles. All the authors and publishers are probably dead by now.

After a hour or so I log off and head back to my apartment. I open the door and take my shoes off by the door. I walk into my bedroom and change. I put on my skin tight, strapless dress. I walk to my closet and find my heels. I put them on as well. After fixing my hair, doing my makeup, and adding jewelry I head out.

As I open the front door I look down at my nails. I sigh walking back to my room. I pull out my blue nail polish and spend time repainting my nails. Happy I remembered something that could have been fatal.

When my nails are finish drying I make my way out of the apartment. I lock the door and put the key back in it's hiding spot.

I pull my dress up a little as I near the huge house. I walk up the front steps to be stopped by the guards.

"I'm sorry miss, you can't go in there." He says holding his hand in front of me.

"Oh I'm here to see Mr. Bang. I'm the new twice member. They told me to come and meet our brother group." I explain and he whispers to the other guard.

"I'm sorry, right this way ma'am." He says escorting me inside. I follow behind him as we enter the large building. We walk down hall after hall before reaching a door.

"He's right inside." He says bowing and walking back off to the front.

I breathe in before pushing the heavy door open. There at the desk sat a blonde man. The target.

"May I help you?" He asks me.

"I'm Haerin, the new twice member." I remark and he nods.

"Please, come sit." He says standing and gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

I walk forward and sit down.

"So welcome to the family. I'm Chan, the leader of Stray Kids." He explains.

"So what makes you a person of choice when joining the mafia?" He questions resting his chin on one of his hands.

"I used to be a hitman in America." I say and he ahhs.

"That's why I'm here, so close to orange though." I sigh looking down at my nails. He chuckles.

"You'll get there one day. Look." He says rolling his sleeve up. Black.

"Omg! Wait is that real?" I pretend to be shock. I would actually be if it weren't for me also being at black as well.

"Yeah, I've been in this job a while." He shrugs rolling his sleeve back down.

"Well welcome and I hope to befriend you in the future." He says and I stand up. He walks around the desk to hug me.

I pull away and point my gun at his head.

"This was fun but sorry you have to go." I say and he laughs.

He goes to grab my gun only for me to pull away and hit his nose with it. He stumbles backwards holding his nose.

"Your not on blue are?" He says and I giggle a little.

"Your not all looks are you?" I question still holding the gun to him.

He looks up at me with a smile. He then charges towards me ripping the gun from my hand. He wraps his arm around my neck holding a gun to my temple.

"Finally, someone going my speed." He breathe out.

I step on his foot with my heel causing him to lighten his grip. I take hold of the gun and twist it out of his hand. I slid it to the other side of the room.

"Oh darling don't give me an advantage." He retorts.

I roll my eyes before dodging his punch. I grab his arm and kick him in his groin. I then kick the back of his knees causing him to fall. I walk over and pick up my gun. I walk back to him and kick his back making him lay on his stomach. I keep my foot on his back as I spin the barrel on the gun.

"To bad, you were kinda cute to." I sigh closing the barrel chamber with a click. He starts to laugh. I roll my eyes before the gun gets knocked out of my hand.

I look up to see 5 other boys surrounding me. I shake my head at them.

"Looks like there will be a delay." I mumble to myself.

I step off the man on the ground as the other run at me.