Fearless in the presence of the devil

"Can I pass?" Kon asked in a calm voice.

"You—"

"It's okay. I will take it from here." The Mafia devil, who had gotten tired of watching his men make fools of themselves, decided to take matters into his own hands.

He knew if he did nothing, they would end up arguing with the boy until morning.

"Okay, boss." The men bowed to him before they left, with their hearts feeling heavy for the poor boy who didn't know what he had gotten himself into.

"Do you—" Kon turned, intent on giving the so-called Mafia devil a piece of his mind. However, the words in his throat froze when he saw the handsome man standing a distance from him.

To call the Mafia devil handsome would be an understatement of the century. He was more than handsome, with his chiselled jaw and too-bright green eyes that seemed as if they were trying to suck everyone in. His black hair glistened in the dark, accentuating his features.

However, that wasn't what caught Kon's attention.

It was the scar on the side of his face. The scar ran from the tip of his hair down the left side of his face.

However, instead of making the man ugly, it intensified his beauty. The scar made him more handsome than ever.

"Are you satisfied with just looking at me, or do you want to take a picture?" The man smirked as he watched the boy.

This wasn't the first time something like this had happened to him.

It frequently happened.

Everyone who saw him always ended up gawking at him like fools.

"And who do you think you are?" Kon scoffed at him.

To say the Mafia devil was shocked was to skim over his emotions.

His eyes widened at not only the boy's words but the expression on his face.

This was the first time someone had spoken to him in that manner, with that expression on their face.

"You amuse me, boy." He smirked as he gave the pretty boy a once-over. "What do you say? We go to my car and talk things out?"

He said confidently, thinking Kon would leap at such an offer.

"Why? Do I look like I want to have a chat with you?" Kon glanced around at the men in suits who were scattered as if waiting for him to bolt, to catch him. "I'm not interested."

"Do you know who you are talking to?" The Mafia devil tilted his head to the side as he watched the boy.

"And you think I care about that?" Kon narrowed his eyes at the so-called Mafia devil. "Whatever you are, and whoever you might be, I don't care."

The Mafia devil was taken aback by his words.

He knew the boy was fearless; however, he was surprised by the way the boy spoke to him.

"You—"

"I'm leaving," Kon said before he started for the alley he initially wanted to go through, but the Mafia devil stopped him by holding his hand.

"I'm not done with—"

He didn't get to complete his words before Kon slapped him.

The Mafia devil's men gasped in fear.

Scorpion stood by the side and watched them as he tried to think of the right place to bury the boy's carcass. He could already tell how this would end.

"Don't you ever touch me!" Kon removed his hand from a stunned Mafia devil's and stormed off, cursing under his breath. He half expected the men to rush at him, but none of them did so.

Not because they didn't try. The Mafia devil stopped them.

"It's okay." He touched his cheek as he watched the boy leave.

If he hadn't already decided to make the boy his, the boy's actions now made him eager to tie him to his bed and show him what discipline meant.

"I'm Osy!" He called out.

"Fuck you!" Kon growled.

Scorpion blinked at the blatant disrespect. "Sir, we—"

"Follow him," Osy commanded when he entered his car.

"Sir, do you need me to kid—" Scorpion started to say, but the Mafia devil cut him off.

"Follow him," he said in a tight voice.

"Okay, sir."

Unbeknownst to Kon, who was still fuming in anger at what had just transpired between him and the Mafia devil, the Mafia devil was stalking him.

"If only I had kicked him in his dick, I would have been happy," Kon thought out loud.

He had long left the alley behind and was now walking through the deserted street where his house was located.

The street itself was known as a thug's lair; however, Kon wasn't afraid as he walked through it.

Three men came out from the shadows and blocked his path.

"What a pretty young lad," one of the men sneered.

"Gosh, when was the last time you brushed your mouth?" Kon covered his nose to ward off the pungent odour coming from the man's mouth.

"It's you, bitch!" The man sneered in anger.

The two men beside him tried not to cover their noses with their palms at the pungent odour coming from their leader's mouth.

It would be seen as disrespectful if they did something like that.

Meanwhile, the Mafia devil had Scorpion park the car a distance from where Kon and the men were.

"What should we do, sir?" Scorpion asked as he got ready to do whatever the Mafia devil requested.

"Don't do anything now. Let's watch and wait for them to beat him up." He smirked. "I will swoop in and save the day. Then, he will—"

The Mafia devil realised what he was saying out loud a bit too late.

"Okay, sir," Scorpion said as he hid the surprise in his voice.

Scorpion didn't understand what was going on with his boss. This wasn't the Mafia devil he knew.

He had never seen the Mafia devil act the way he did with the boy.

No one had ever touched the Mafia devil and lived to tell the tale.

But there they were, waiting for the boy to be beaten to a pulp, so the Mafia devil could swoop in and save the day.