MasukA sly grin crept onto Rose's face, mischief sparkling in her eyes. She glanced at the waitress, who was huddled on the floor, begging for mercy. The waitress tried to stay composed, but the tension in the air made it clear there was something dangerous about Rose's innocent-looking smile.
“Take off the shoes you touched with your hands,” Rose said, her voice dripping with contempt. The waitress blinked with confusion written all over her face as she raised her head from the cold floor. “W-what?” she stuttered, clearly struggling to make sense of the situation. “If you look at me I’ll kill you and don't make me repeat myself you smelly piece of shit!” Rose replied, her anger surfacing. “Oh no, please, please,” she stammered as she began to take off the shoes. Her hands trembled, and her body shook with fear. “H-here, ma'am,” her lips quivered as she spoke. She raised the shoe cautiously, avoiding eye contact to prevent provoking a violent reaction. By now, other members were already coming in, but they stood at the entrance, watching Rose put on a show. “She’s at it again” Hayden muttered. He just came in with Theodore and met the show. Theodore stood wordlessly. Rose took the shoes from her, examining them as if they were brand new. She then glanced at the woman on the floor and smiled once more. Before the waitress or anyone else could fully comprehend the situation, Rose slapped her hard with the shoes. A chorus of sharp gasps echoed through the crowd. “Ohhhh Damn” Bluey rubbed his jaw like he was the one who got hit. “Yeah! That's my bitch!” Mandy shouted and laughed, obviously enjoying the show. The shoe flew from her hand, landing on the other side of the dining hall. The waitress landed on the floor, blood coming out of her holes, her nose, mouth, and ear. She wasn't moving. “Even if you die, I’ll wake you up and kill you again you pathetic thing!” Rose bent to her on the ground and dragged her hair, ready to slam her head on the floor. “That’s enough” his voice calm and cool. Theodore’s facial expression was cold and emotionless as usual. Hearing his voice, Rose knew who it was immediately. “And who the hell are you to interfere in my business, huh!” She roughly let go of the waitress's head and her Body hit the floor. She stood upright and took a few strides toward him. Both of them were locking eyes dangerously. “I wouldn’t repeat myself, but if you dare me, go back and continue,” Theodore replied, his cold eyes locked onto hers. Rose knew her power didn’t match his. “Screw you,” she muttered as she stormed out of the hall, with Mandy trailing behind her like a loyal dog. “That was quite a show,” Hayden remarked with a smile, but Theodore shot him a glare. “Easy, man,” Hayden chuckled in response. Theodore approached the lifeless waitress on the floor. He bent down to check her pulse, then stood up and signaled to two guys nearby. “Take her to the infirmary,” he instructed them. Immediately they took her away, a cleaner came in with a bucket and cleaned the blood stains on the floor and everyone returned to their business. Private training room…. The private training area was meant for just the top 10 clan members. “Pam! Pam! Pam!” echoed loudly from within the gym. Rose was unleashing her fury on the punching bag, her fists flying like lightning. With each powerful punch, adrenaline surged through her veins, driving her to keep going even as the breath escaped her lungs. She gripped the bag tightly, determined to hold it steady while she fought to reclaim her breath, her heart racing. “That Theodore is a pain in the ass, always acting bossy, I hate that bastard,” Mandy said, coming into the training room. “I do not want to talk about it,” Rose said with a glare and walked away from the punching bag. “Here!” Mandy tossed a bottle of water to her, which she eagerly caught. Unscrewing the cap, she gulped down the refreshing liquid. “I heard you guys came back from the mission with prisoners,” Mandy inquired, her eyes bright with curiosity. “Yeah, two of them. One’s in the infirmary, and the other is probably locked up,” Rose replied, a smirk forming on her lips. She turned to Mandy, her excitement evident. “We’ll definitely pay them a visit once the boss lays out his plans for them.” With that, she tossed the empty bottle aside and began to make her way out of the room. “I just love your fierce attitude!” Mandy chuckled, enthusiasm bubbling as she followed behind Rose, anticipation buzzing in the air about what was to come.Midnight… It was midnight, they were back to the strategy room. Everyone involved in the mission. Bluey started the briefing. “We made tiny ear chips that the bait is gonna use during the mission. It'll be inserted into her ear. It'll be used for communication.” he said with his eyes on Amy. Kate brought out a small box containing the ear chips, she opened it, revealing it to Drake. Drake looked at the chips cearfully. “Has this been tested properly?” “Yes Boss” Kate responded with confidence and Drake nodded in approval. “So here is the final briefing. I need 30 men surrounding the area incase things goes south.” he looked at them, ensuring they were flowing. “Then Theo, you're the delivery guy, you'll take the package to her as soon as she taps you.” “Yes boss” Theo said. “Kate and Bluey, be ready to move the money immediately he scans the QR code and make sure to delay the debit alert of the transaction for as long as you can till she leaves” “Yes boss” they bo
Time past, it was a night to the mission, the news about the fight between Amy and two mobsters was everywhere. The general training hall as filled up, everyone was anticipating, waiting for the match to begin. Some mobsters were rooting for her opponents to win, while few were rooting for her. The whole place was chaotic. At Drake’s training room. Amy was already geared up in her combat suit, the suit gummed her body so much that it revealed her curves perfectly, showing every line if her body. She tied her hair up into a bun, adjusting her boots when Drake walked in. He looked at her, scanning her beautiful curves with a faint smirk. “You know it's not too late to back down right?” his voice drew her attention to his presence in the room. “My mind is made up Boss” He furrowed his brows “Boss?” he repeated. “What? Sounds weird? So you do enjoy me addressing you by your name” she smirked at him. Drake scoffed. “Let's move, don't keep everyone waiting” he walked a
The room was filled with intense heat, as they both glared at each other coldly. “Give me one good reason why I can’t be part of this mission!” Amy fired. “I never said you couldn’t be part of the mission, just not that role” Drake rolled his eyes and turned back to the rest who were seated quietly, watching the drama. “We’ll fix someone for the bait, I’ll think of the best fit before the next meeting, get prepared, we meet again tomorrow, the mission is close” with that, he strolled out of the room. Amy angrily followed behind, leaving the rest inside. “Wow” Bluey muttered. He turned swiftly to Marcus, his face rumpled with curiosity. “Are they usually like that or…” Marcus slapped his head lightly. “You're too curious”. Then he started walking out of the room with Kate. “Hey, wait up” Bluey shouted after them as he rubbed his head while rushing after them. ## Hayden's Room Maria stood in front of his door, she arranged her dress, adjusting it to make it shorter.
Bluey effortlessly broke the tense staring contest between them, his calm presence shifting the energy in the room. “Hi Donna!” His voice burst with genuine excitement, eyes lighting up. Amy quickly looked away from Rose, smiling warmly at Bluey. “Amy is fine,” she said, her tone cheerful, while Rose scoffed, unimpressed. “So... how does it feel going from slave to Donna?” Hayden leaned forward slowly, resting his hand on the table and his chin on it, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, like a child eager for a bedtime story. “Can we just eat?” Rita’s voice cut in sharply, her gaze fixed on Amy, her brow furrowed. Amy glanced at Kate, who was focused intently on her plate, adopting a deliberate nonchalance to hide her interest in the distraction. Then she looked away and began serving herself, methodically filling her plate. At the top monsters’ dining table, the scene was casual—plates piled high with steaming food, everyone helping themselves with ease. Rita scooped gene
Before she could react, he stepped up directly behind her. His massive frame completely blocked out the rest of the room, casting her in his shadow. Amy instantly stiffened. Her breath caught in her throat as the radiating heat of his chest pressed against her back, a stark contrast to the chilled air of the training room. “Loosen your grip,” he commanded quietly, his voice a low vibration against her ear. His warm breath brushed her skin, sending an involuntary, electric shiver straight down her spine. “You’re holding it like a bat. Relax your wrist.” When she didn’t comply fast enough, Drake reached around her. His large, calloused hands completely covered hers, his long fingers forcing her grip to soften and adjust. His touch was firm, unyielding, and entirely too intimate. “The momentum doesn’t come from your shoulders. It comes from the hip, and the snap of the wrist,” he muttered, his deep voice vibrating through her shoulder blades. Slowly, he guided her arm through a fluid
The next morning, the fragile peace of the villa shattered before noon.“Boss!”Marcus burst into Drake’s office, the heavy oak doors slamming against the wall. Urgency was written in every line of his hardened face.Drake didn’t flinch. He slowly looked up from the mountain of paperwork on his desk. logistics and manifests detailing the latest weapon and drug shipments arriving through the seaport. The lifeblood of his empire.“What’s the matter, Marcus?”“One of the perimeter guards found an envelope pinned to a tree while patrolling the estate.” Marcus stepped forward, his jaw tight as he extended a heavy cream envelope. “It has your name on it.”Drake took it. The moment his fingers brushed the paper, his expression turned glacier-cold, his dark eyes narrowing into slits.“From the blood stain on the seal, I’m guessing it’s from Blood Pact,” Marcus muttered, a muscle twitching in his cheek.“I see that.” Drake’s voice was dangerously calm. He tore the envelope open and pulled out
Amy managed to release her self from him. Keeping her distance. Keeping her guard up. Drake watched her for a moment before turning away. “Tomorrow your training begins.” Amy frowned. “Training?” “You’ll stay in my suite during the day.” His tone left no room for argument. “You
Amy stopped a few feet away from him. The room smelled heavily of smoke. Drake sat at the edge of the bed, cigarette between his fingers, eyes dark and unreadable. The ashtray beside him was overflowing. He had been smoking nonstop. Amy gathered her courage slowly. “I came to apologize.
Drake didn’t say a word after the slap. Not one. The silence that followed was heavier than any shouting. His expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes hardened—cold, contained, unfamiliar. Then he turned away from her. Slowly. Without another glance. And walked out of the ruined s
The man’s screams slowly weakened until only broken groans echoed through the hall. Then silence followed. Heavy, Uncomfortable. The smell of steam and blood lingered in the air. Amy’s stomach twisted violently. Drake leaned back lazily on his seat as though nothing had happened. “Now t







