Fearless Kon

"How dare you!" Sniper growled at Kon.

"I dare you much." Kon narrowed his eyes at the man. "If you don't know where to keep your hands, you'd better seek ways to cut them off your shoulders and stick them down your throat." Kon turned and started for the door, without bothering about those around.

The men with the sniper tried to stop him, but the Mafia devil raised his hand, signalling that they should allow him to pass.

He was still awed by the youth who looked as fearless as a wolf.

It pleased him to see Sniper brought to his knees.

"This will teach you to go for those on your level." He smirked as he watched Sniper glower.

The Mafia devil knew it wasn't over for the boy, but at least he was safe until they left.

However, the Mafia devil didn't intend to allow the sniper to get to the boy before him.

Any fellow who could bring the egoistic sniper to his knees was worth keeping.

"Rubbish!" Kon fumed in irritation as he left the place. He felt like kicking everyone he saw, but he kept his temper in check.

He was still in his workplace, so it wasn't ideal to rant in fury there.

"Trouble in paradise?" Nat chuckled when he saw the expression on Kon's face.

"There's more than trouble in paradise." Kon proceeded to tell Nat everything that had happened. "Can you believe that idiot? He's lucky I'm in a good mood. Had it not been for that, I would have shown him exactly what I'm made of."

"Wait a minute." Nat furrowed his brows at Kon. "I need to get something straight."

"Yes, what is it?" Kon frowned as he checked the time.

"You went into the room where the Mafia devil was and kicked one of his men?"

"Of course, I did."

"Are you sure it's the Mafia devil you saw? It can't be the Mafia devil, else your life will be in danger."

Everyone knew who the Mafia devil was. And they knew the Mafia devil wasn't a person to be trifled with.

You don't cross him and go scot-free. It's not possible.

"He was there. Although I didn't get to see his face, he was there. And mind you, I don't care."

"You don't care? What if he—"

"He can do nothing to me, Nat. You don't have to seem so surprised and all that. The Mafia devil will do nothing to me. I don't have a cause to be afraid of him."

"Oh, you—"

"I have orders to deliver, Nat. I don't have the time to stand here and converse with you," he said before he left, with Nat standing with his hands folded as he observed the fearless Kon.

"I hope you don't get in trouble." He sighed as he watched Kon.

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"I'm leaving!" Kon waved at them.

He had changed out of his work clothes and was now putting on a sports shirt with the baggy shirt he got from the thrift store.

"Have a good night!" Marie called from the back as she too got ready to leave.

"You too!"

The bar was still in full force as Kon left. However, it was time for his shift change.

Although the bar employed him despite knowing he was still a student, they maintained a principle.

He wasn't supposed to work until midnight. And that's why he was leaving at this time.

"Bye!" Kon waved at the bouncer who was standing at the door.

"Bye." Tim beamed as he watched him leave. "Be careful out there! It's dangerous for young boys like you to walk the streets alone."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm going to be safe. You don't have to worry about me at all. I'm a big boy."

"If you say so."

"I do."

Kon grinned as he left the bar and headed towards the alley that would lead him straight to the run-down excuse of a house he was living in with his mother.

The Mafia devil, who was patiently waiting for him to leave, signalled his men to call him.

"Excuse me." The men in suits called to Kon, whose attention wasn't on the black cars but on his destination.

"How may I help you?" He narrowed his eyes at the men as he got ready for a confrontation with them.

Kon knew he couldn't defeat them in one go; however, he was still determined to try.

He would not back down without a fight.

"I—"

"If you have nothing important to say, you'd better—" He turned to leave, but one of the men blocked his path and prevented him from leaving.

"What's this?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Our boss is calling you," one of the men said.

"Your boss?" He narrowed his eyes at the men. "And who the hell is your boss? Doesn't he have a name?"

"The Mafia devil."

"What?" Kon frowned. "Is that a person's name?" He tightly held on to the strap of the bag.

"Yes. Our—"

"Go and tell your boss that I'm not coming anywhere. If he wants to talk, he can come by himself. If not, I'm leaving." Kon tried to leave, but the men blocked him.

The Mafia devil sat in his car and watched the drama unfold in front of him.

Just like he had expected, the boy wasn't ready to budge. He seemed ready to take everyone head-on.

"What a feisty little thing." He rubbed his jaw as he watched Kon. The boy had interested him at first; however, looking at him now, he felt the need to tie him to his bed and do unimaginable things to him.

He imagined how fun it would be to break someone as feisty as the boy in front of him.

Meanwhile, Kon was still arguing with the men, who were hell-bent on taking him to their boss.

They all knew what would happen should they fail to bring him to the boss.

He would have their heads for their inability to complete a task.