俺が死んだ後、婚約者は後悔した

Myra.

There were five members in the Kingsmen club, each of them a dominant representative of the five most powerful Mafia families in the whole of New York city or better the entire freaking country. They were feared by not just ordinary civilians but people who even are a part of the mafia were scared of them and many more hated them because of how much havoc they caused as a team or a gang–whatever. It wasn’t enough that the five of them independently were living mayhem, but together as one entity was the scariest and the biggest wave to hit the Mafia climate. Not only were they unstoppable together but their individual factions grew even more, even to the extent that most people were willingly, no, literally begging to form alliances with our family because my brother was part of them. 

Today just like other days they were the top trending topics in New York city, and the 2nd most spoken about topic in America as a whole. My brother had always been hellbent on protecting me from whatever problems being born into a Mafia family could bring and most importantly from himself and his friends. Well, “his Acquitances” as he loved to call them. He never referred to them as his friends except for one of them. To be honest I still didn’t get why grown men were so ashamed of having friends, like it wasn’t such an embarrassing for me personally I thought it was really cute even though Lucas would never admit it. 

The headline “SERPENTS MANSION BOMBED.” My blood ran cold, the entire building was blown to fucking ashes and ruin. If someone had told me that was the serpent's mansion, I would have sworn and refused that it wasn’t. The article said the police were investigating, but the detectives were speculating it was the work of a rival organization. 

Everyone knew who that meant, even though no one had the nerves to even say it without the fear of their tongues being cut off. Everyone whispered their name, but did they speak up about it nope. However, not to be hypocritical, deep inside me I knew even I could not say anything too. I know Lucas would basically kill anyone who lays a finger on me but I really wasn’t ready to test that theory yet. I might have been born into a life of deceit, games and absolute power to do anything. I really didn’t like violence at all, not one bit. 

And genuinely I was deeply worried about my brother, he might seem all tough and dominant, but he wasn’t immortal if the serpents would want to get back a them for what they did, which I was sure they would, they would go to any extent to destroy them and my brother was right in the middle of their fight. The Kingsmen and the Serpents have been known to the ultimate rivals for the longest time. They were two separate Mafia gangs who operate in the same City, it was expected that they locked horns on matters they don’t agree on but it has been going on for more years than I could count and it was exhausting seeing my brother in between everything. He loved me so much, I was the closest to him the most in my entire family, but watching him become cold and stiff over the years was dimming the light inside me as well. No matter how I tried to convince myself that he was the same Luca, reality always showed me the opposite and his darkness even heightened more when he joined that so-called Kingsmen club and became even more tied up with their dark, fucked up activities. 

There was Cristian, “The face and the leader”. He was all polished smiles and suits. He was the one to go to charity galas, so focused on speeches about baby turtles and global warming as if he gave a damn about those things. He would shake hands with politicians, making their whole violent operations look like just another successful operation. He was always charming, but his eyes were always working so was his mouth with his constant flirtation, he always flirted with me whenever he would come over alone or with the other guys for and I quote “Business meetings” and every single time Luca would always look at him with the intensity that was enough send a man to his grave, not Cristain though he was just too stubborn to die by a mere glare from my brother. 

Lorenzo or as most people call him Enzo, was “the punisher” he was an unhinged motherfucker and extremely violent person. Whenever their club would have a boxing match or a racing event, he was also so eager to kill, maim and destroy without even thinking. If not for Luca who always keeps him in check, I was so sure he would have gotten himself killed, or would have killed more people that he already had, innocent ones included. 

My brother Luca was “the Alchemist” I never really knew what his role was in the Kingsmen, and he would never tell me and he hid it so well for me, if not for privacy for which he sometimes allows them to come over to the house I would have never knew them at all, that was how good Luca was in hiding and pretending. However truth be told, I didn’t want to know either, even if it was the reality I couldn’t still see my big brother in such light as a dark, bloodthirsty and power hungry demon, I would rather leave him in my memories as sweet and caring.

Nikolai, he was quiet and very calculated but always threw me a lovely smile whenever I would greet him, he’d just appear in the corner of a room, leaning against a wall, his signature move. Sometimes you would forget that he was even there until you felt like being watched by a shadow. He was their Spy and the youngest amongst them, unlike the rest of them and my brother too,  he hadn’t taken over his father’s Bravata yet something tells me he could be he just doesn’t want to. Even though cold, he always treats me like a little sister too and always answers me whenever I ask him ‘about how he was doing’ or ‘what he thought about the whether and how I looked in my outfit” he always replies me, not like someone else who would totally pretend like I don’t even exist, that damn Prick, Zyran.

Zyran, amongst these men he was the only one my brother allowed that I use the title of “Friend” on and he was the one who visits more frequently, and still the one that ignores my existence completely. He was “the strategist”, the oldest too, my brother usually calls him the Devil's incarnate, which In fact I think he was with that cold yet burning attitude. My brother always talked about how he once saved his life. You would think someone like Luca was extremely grumpy and rude, but compared to Zyran, Luca was a Sunshine “figuratively of course”. He was the one that planned missions and pieced everything together and had an IQ of 180, that was really high for someone not to understand the concept of basic manners to smile back at a girl who smiles at you. 

I had always hated to be in the spotlight, in fact I would hide away for the rest of my life if I was given the opportunity to, but around Zyran, I didn’t exist at all. In fact I think he hates me, maybe he does with the way he would stare down at me as if I am some poison killing him. It was frustrating, most people always teased me and asked If I could become a model especially my friends who were my biggest hype women. Even Luca’s other ‘Acquintances’ always complimented my looks whenever they would come over, but for him no matter how I looked or dressed, he didn't look at me for more than a second, because that man was just too stubborn and rude to give a damn or maybe he thought he was too good looking with his sharp jawline, and cold gleaming blue eyes to grace anyone with his words, such an annoying Prick.

However, now I had so much more bigger things to deal with and new changes I had to adapt to. My Marriage.