Prologue:

February 14, 2012

Park Bom

"Miss, will you be alright?" My personal maid, the one I grew up with, asks me with obvious sympathy in her voice and it makes me feel dizzier. I don't need this. I just don't ing need this right now when I'm feeling the whole world is crushing onto me. It's so difficult for me to breathe right now as something strong in me is clutching my heart so tightly. It hurts but the pain is making me numb slowly.

"Do you want to make....."

I don't let her finish her words this time. "Get out" I almost don't recognize my own voice as I said coldly.

"Miss..."

"Get out!" I shout. But it doesn't make me feel better. Instead I feel everything around me is started spinning and I hold onto the table near me for support. I heard her sigh before she finally makes her way out of my cold room. And that's my cue as I slowly sink down to the floor.

"It's impossible" I whisper to myself and try my best to believe my own words. But I just feel numb. "It's impossible, Bom" I try again and take in a deep breath to ease the suffocation in me. And for a moment it works. It is until the images start flashing in my mind. His smiles, his laughers and the way he looked when he stared at me. The way he looked when he found something interesting. The way......

I shake my head strongly to get rid of those thoughts. But they won't just stop from coming back to me.

"It's not fair, Bom. I've loved you for a long time and here you are, saying that you love me more than I love you" That day, we argued over whose feeling was stronger and on that very same day, I realized that I was deeply in love with him.

I love him.

"No" I moan and rock myself slowly to get rid of the stabbing pain in my heart.

"It doesn't matter if we are together on this day or not, you just need to remember that I love you, Bom. I'm in love with you" He called on my 16th birthday to apologize for couldn't be with me on the most special day of my life.

I love him.

"Stop it, Bom!" I shout and try to stand up from the floor which makes my phone to drop from my pocket. I stare at the object for a long time before I finally pick it up. Maybe it was just a mistake or it could have been a joke. He loves to do pranks anyway. And any time soon, he would just run into my room and laugh at my face for believing this ridiculous news.

My hand works its own as it unlocks the phone screen and about to tap the contact icon when I notice the unread message from him. It came in about an hour ago, the same moment when he left my house. A breath hitches in my throat and my hand shakes slightly. Don't read it, Bom. Don't read it. But I read it anyway.

"I know you are angry, baby. But I really need to leave. I will make it up to you next time, ok? Don't be so upset because you don't look good when you are angry. Just kidding! You are always beautiful and you know that. I love you, baby. So much" I can almost see the image of him smiling while typing the words on his phone.

With that, I drop the phone and bolt for the bathroom where I crouch down in front of the toilet and heave out everything in me. And after a few moments when I'm sure that nothing's going to come out again, I weakly lay down on the cold marble floor of the room and stare at the ceiling. The pain inside me and the numbness on the outside are slowly ruling my body and I don't have any intention to push them away.

He loves me or makes it past tense, he loved me. I bring my left hand to my chest and hit it roughly to ease the suffocating feeling. But it just becomes stronger and I squeeze my eyes close.

Cry, Bom. Cry. It will be easier for you to deal with. I tell myself and even force myself to cry. But there's none. It's like all the tears in me has lost magically. He's gone. I remind myself with the hope that it would bring some moisture to my eyes. But still, nothing. He's gone, Bom. For forever. He's not coming back. And I wait again. None.

Are these all a dream? It can't be because the pain in me is so real to be a dream. Then why can't I cry? I love him for god's sake and I know it. But I can't bring any tears to my eyes to express for the loss of the man I've loved. He was everything to me, he was my.....

That's when I realize that, I won't cry again. I won't be able to in the future.

Tear, the natural thing that shows our emotions, be it happiness, angers or sadness. It's gone from my life. Just like him. He took away that thing with him when he left and I won't be able to let the pains out from me this way again. They are just going to trap in me for the rest of my life and I have no choice but to embrace them because they are the only reminders of him left behind.

Still, I love him.

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February 14, 2012

Kwon Jiyong

I look down at the bloody knife in my hand with dismay before I grab the blood stained white dress shirt of the lifeless man on the chair to wipe away his own blood. The whole room smells death with all the bodies scattering around in it and I give up cleaning my knife as I throw it on the floor. I didn't use my gun today. Because these bastards don't deserve that honor and dying with the gun shot would be mercy for them. Too bad that I don't have that in me to begin with.

Someone knocks on the door and I roll my neck lazily to ease the tenseness in it before I allow the person outside to come in.

"It's all ready, boss" The voice of my right hand man appears as soon as the door opens and I straighten my suit. It's finally the time to finish what I've started and after this, a new world and a new reign is going to start in the underground world. The world where I'm going to rule after tonight.

I walk out from the room in a relaxed manner and down the hallway to my final target. My most trusted men following closely behind me.

"Q called, boss" My right hand said behind me.

"Hmm" I answer lazily and put my hands into the pants' pockets.

"He said the deal has done"

"Great, finish him too. I don't need him anymore" I said. I don't need that guy for a while now since the moment he started creating some problems for the organization. But the old man has wanted to use him for some favors to one of the business associates of him. That's why I allowed Q to complete his final mission. And now since his mission has finished, I will just go with my plan. Erase him from this world.

"Got it" My men don't have questions for me. They never will. Because that's just the way things are in this world. They just have to do what I say or ask. And I'm the only one who has absolute power, except for my father, the old man that we call. But no worries, since I'm about to change that fact.

We finally stop in front of a door where two more lifeless bodies are lying. The old man's most skilled bodyguards. I smirk down at the useless bodies. Most skilled, my . They were not match for my men.

I straighten my suit again for the last time before I knock on the door calmly. I'm not in a rush.

"Who's there?" The voice I disgust the most, hate the most and want to erase from this world the most appear behind the door and I clench my jaws tightly. The first emotion in me for the first time in a while.

"It's me" I answer in a composed way. I'm good at it, hiding the things away.

After a few seconds, "Come in".

I tilt my head a little bit and give a nod to my men which they respond by backing away from me. I want to do this alone. I need to if I'm going to rule this world. I need to cut all of the ties, all the feelings and emotions.

Taking in a deep breath, I turn the door knob slowly and push open it. The sight inside is familiar to him. All the furniture, all the painting pieces and the hazy atmosphere. The old man is in his usual place as he sits behind the grand mahogany desk with the unfinished papers in hands. His gray hair more obvious than before and his eyes colder than normal. They just remind me how I should really handle the situation as quick as possible. I need this. My world needs this.

"What are you doing here?" The old man asks me coldly without taking off his eyes from the papers. This gives me a chance to overpower him. The current emperor of the underground world.

And I don't waste a second as I slowly bring my gun out from my suit and walk into the room further. At least he deserves this honor of mine since he did bring me into this world. I can show him this little bit of mercy as a special treatment. I point my gun at him steadily.

And, "Father, I have something to give you"

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BANG!

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A/N - Ok, I suddenly have this craving to create this kind of story so just bear with my craziness, ok? I don't any any intention to continue my other stories for the moment as long as this story line is plastering in my head. So here it is. 

Let's get into the guns, violences and abusive world, shall we? Mafia, here we come!