62 lyrebird (1/2)

”Bratva, Triads, Mobs, Yakuza, Cosa Nostra, Zips, Mafiosi whatever you call them -- they're my little friends. You've seen those whacked heads not long ago... do you want the details how did they end up like that? Or how I killed them slowly by simply missing their vital parts then carefully slid my cute little finger inside their narrow wounds? Or how I clip a beauty? I didn't stop un --”

”Enough! why are you saying this? Why?!” feeling agitated to the disgusting crimes she spoke off, he couldn't stop himself from raising his voice.

”eh? I'm doing you a favor, princess.” She sassed.

”You too, do yourself a favor and run far away from me.” her monotone voice is like a skin-cutting winter breeze.

The room fell to an awkward silence.

Cracking the suffocating silence enveloping the room -- she returns to her usual self -- the off-the-wall her. She smiled brightly as if her dangerous aura was just his figment of imagination.

”You will let me borrow your boat, yeah? We'll be leaving tomorrow.” she turned her back on him again as she rests her arms on the balcony railings.

Alexander Han hangs his head down as an explicable emotions creep on his heart -- leaving disoriented with those familiar feeling that words can't even give justice.

As the door slams, no one could analyze Seraphina's complex gaze as she peered at the horizon.

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”Hey, Leon who's that? You rarely receive calls.” Tito pry as he cuts some flower then arranged them in a pot. Although it looks peculiar that a man with the body of hulk seems to be elated arranging flowers like a cute maiden.

”It was boss. Cosa Nostra.[1]” his low youthful voice yet unmask with his lust for blood made the petite man smile haughtily. Referring to the order he was given, he turned to the door that was burst open revealing an exquisite man with unflappable temperament before him.

”Rex! Will you fly me to Russia?” bold as he was, he requested with his beaming eyes. Not asking for a reason, Rex nodded as he agreed to Leon's request.

”Great! Go get lyrebird ready.” Acting magnanimous, Leon successively demanded to the composed and calm Rex.

”Boss is really back, I see. Who is it this time?” The satisfied Goliath inquired.

”Russian brotherhood. Gavrill is the name. But he wants him alive.” he pouted as he was reminded by her last words.

”I'll just clip him -- a bit.” Turning to the positive side of her order, Leon was thrilled as his imagination gets wild.

”See you on Country C then.” Tito enthusiastically responded.

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Alexander Han pounds his chest. Each pound gets harder and heavier.

'Why?' uncertain to the overwhelming confound pain -- he asked himself internally.

Just days ago, she and him got a little closer yet now she wanted him to piss off. He already knew that she was not an ordinary girl but seeing her true nature -- shouldn't he suppose to despise her?

Her paralyzing aura, the despicable crimes she admitted, her murderous gaze -- he must hate her. She is no better than his kin but why does his agony felt different? Did he fell for her that easily?

He mockingly chuckled at his thoughts, he murmurs, ”That's impossible.” how can he fall for someone who lies to his face? Ordering somebody to kill someone's life without batting an eye, not to mention, she is related to those kinds of people who disgust him the most.

Slumping to his bed, he sluggishly covered his eyes with his arm.

”You're not that beautiful, don't think highly of yourself. Your hands are rough, they're not ladylike. You're a liar, I despise it. You're crazy, mad, lunatic, a psychopath -- you need help. Stop acting cute, you're not. Your smiles are pathetic. You got injured, you deserved it. Cruel woman, I shouldn't met you. I hate you.” over and over again, he convinced himself all her bad traits were not something he would fall for, yet his words fade as his broad shoulders start to lightly quiver.

'Why do the people I like always hurt me?'

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