Crystal POV-
I tucked the gun in my waistband at back, under the coat obviously and . A surgeon can't just roam everywhere in the city with a gun tucked in her waistband. I don't know why but people get afraid of it. Once you know how to use it, it's like a child play. But people who are making in this city are really dumb, they think if the allowed people to keep a gun even without a license, then people would just go out and shoot every single person they see.
It's me and not me at the same time when I just want to pass a bullet through someone's head. But self control is important or half of the world would have been finished by now. But no one would mind if I just kill one person right now, Chris.
I reached my mansion after some minutes of sitting in car thinking how I could give someone a really hurtful and painful death that will just calm me and my mind.
The doors after seeing my car and the guard nodded when my seat's window passed in front of him.
The car came to a stop after reaching the front door of my mansion. an attendant quickly came to open my car door. She bowed and I nodded in acknowledgement. I walked towards my front door and it was opened by Margarette, my house keeper.
I saved her and her family from a disaster so she needed a work. I gave her a small work at first but she turned out to be really smart so I appointed her as my house keeper in mansion. She looks after it in my absence except for some places where any confidential material could be found.
She smiled and bowed, she was in a suit with a sleek tight bun. She was 28 but still looked radiant even after all the work from day one which sometimes makes me suspicious of her.
Anyways, I came inside and walked towards the stairs. Margarette followed me waiting for an answer. Just before I was about to ascend through the stairs, I turned around.
I looked at her and said, "Juice and a bottle of cold water in my room, now. Dinner should be light when I come late today." I ordered, trying on my heels and ascended the stairs going towards my room. I opened my room's door and turned all the lights.
I decided to take a shower then go directly to underground fighting destination. I fought there with their best fighters. I mostly preferred to fight allow without some kind of audience but today I just wanted it. It also brings me profit cause they announce that I'm fighting publicly, the crowd who knows about me gets crazy and the arena is brimming with audience that day.
I can also decide how much percentage of the profit I want from the money spent on fight by the people. They spent that day on me like they are hella rich.
A small, almost unnoticeable smile was about to make it's way on my lips when the door was knocked and I heard the name 'Margarette' from other side. I said, "Come in."
She came with a tray, a glass of juice and my bottle filled with water. She kept that on bedside table and went out closing the door. I moved towards the closet deciding to drink the juice after bath.
I turned on the tap of the shower and set the temperature to cold. Not too cold. I just wanted to get his touch out of my skin. It itched because that is the first time someone touched me that way. It didn't feel bad and that was the thing I wanted to clear his touch so I don't just get lost in it. I don't want to feel this way but I couldn't help myself, it's some hormonal thing I guess.
I quickly took the shower and came out, got dressed in my fighting outfit and placed a jacket upon it. I took a bag and placed some important things like a gun, my bottle and a mask too cause I'm not revealing my face anywhere except my workplace.
I drank the juice quickly and left the room, descending the stairs. I went out of the mansion and stood outside the door. A racing car of my collections came and the driver stepped out going to open the door. But I stopped him saying, "I'll drive"
He bowed and left. I went towards the driver and threw my back in the backseat. I turned on the car and the engines roared, I relaxed finding excitement. I drove out of the doors, almost crashing on them but they were opened on time.
I accelerated it beyond it's limits and reached the destination in no time. I opened the door in front of the arena's opening and tossed the keys to a person working there to park it and went into the arena with my hood covering half of my face. I went in front of the VIP section that contained a separate gym and lounge for me specially.
I got there, threw my jacket on a nearby sofa along with my bag and immediately started to stretch to loosen up my strained muscles to warm up and practice. It now started to make me feel my adrenaline rushing knowing no one would be able to fight before me.
2 hours later
I was practicing without any break from two hours but I don't know why, I somewhere felt the need to train more thinking I'm not strong enough right now.
I know I am stronger than literally 90% of male population if you include my abilities and fighting skills but when it comes to physical power, It fucked because of women genes you know. And every is nowadays is like I want body and muscle. How am I supposed to get through when they are clearly getting an upper hand in amount of power. But then also most of them train for just muscles and have like almost no power and fighting skills. That sucks. Really. Well, according to me.
Suddenly a notification popped up on my phone and I had to stop my training.
It was Sam saying, "I would be there under 2 minutes, boss. Just before the fight begins.'
Ok cool, everything's settled till now.
Just when I was about to go back to training, there was the owner of this arena. He came and greeted me. I stood on my ground firm and nodded. He said, "We had to bring extra tickets for people, it was brimming too much today. They just go crazy over you, Storm. Put the mask on, we have to go out in some minutes."
I moved towards my bag and took out my mask, covering my face.
Just as we were about I was about to leave the room to go towards the arena. Sam comes through the door almost panting like he came all the way running from a marathon.
He is dead if he broke something personal that I keep on the way here.
He quickly straightens up, as he locates me says 'I'm here, boss.' like it's the most common thing in world. His breathings still ragged.
Anyways, I don't have time for this right now. I nod once looking at him whole once and make my way out of the door towards arena.
I did not wait for anyone to catch with my pace. I was having my adrenaline rushing through my body and mind aching to finally getting to let out some shit to care about others.
As I came into sight, The anchor announced, "Here comes the most awaited...Storm." The whole crowd bursted into loud cheering. For me. For being most powerful till now, here.
That just accentuated the flow of adrenaline in my nerves. I pulled up the string and went inside the arena. I looked at the boxer, or should we say my-to-be-opponent-and-first-one-to-get-injured.
He doesn't looks scared at all. He is smiling like he had already won miliions through this fight. Only if he knew why this is a special fight tonight. I nodded and the match was started. He circled me once and I was not moving, just observing his movements. It's way more gross than even a low fighter. He has a technique, easy to guess and make him defeated already if the opponents got this.
When he was about to attack on me from back after circling me once, I move aside in a swift motion and threw a kick at his side face. My movements were so fast he didn't even got to function it and stopped moving on the spot.
He was taken from there. All the fights were easy, not even one of them stayed at least 20 seconds before me. My whole adrenaline rush slowing down as all the fighters just disappointed me. I huffed once and moved outside the arena.
I asked, "Have we got anything to deal with?" to Sam, who was walking near me.
"I think we do have one right now, leader of Russian Mafia, K." He said with a a hinge of amusement and shock in his tone.
So, he goes with for now to hide his identity. Why does he want to meet me? If he wanted alliances, he could have just contacted some other Mafia of another country. I'm not as strong as him but not too weak also.
"Why?", I ask Sam finally.
"Says, a peace treaty between Russian Mafia and second strong mafia of Russia would be better for both of us." he says it as if it's some dream come true moment.
Well, it is but I just can't believe it. What if it's a trap to kill me so that he doesn't have any threats looming over his empire?
And if he wants a peace treaty, why isn't it some other Mafia who are not mysterious and hidden. I keep most of my Mafia's information hidden, then what makes him believe that I won't betray him?
If I put it this way, i does sounds suspicious. I guess I'll just have to deny him. I can't even trust my own blood then how could I trust someone else so mysterious and also a Mafia leader known for being a mastermind.
"Deny it" I say firmly and Sam does as I say, because he knows I made that decision for a reason and won't give in no matter what.
Just as we were about to head out, I got a call from Chris saying he wants to meet me tomorrow. I declined it and asked him to arrange the meeting the day after tomorrow cause I'm busy. Well, not in hospital as surgeon or something but I have some meetings arranged with other leaders and mobs for business. I just hope he doesn't go to the hospital looking for me.
After all that, I head towards my mansion directly but then I see a bar on my way. If I really need a break, I'll also need to loosen up a bit just for tonight. The thought crosses my mind. Now that I think about it, It is not that bad of an idea.
I inform Sam that I'm heading to a bar in case if something goes wrong. I accelerate my car, pushing its limits to reach my mansion as fast as I can to come back here.
After 5 minutes, I'm pushing open my room's door to get out as soon as possible. I quickly hop into shower to clear off the stink of sweat coming from me. I can't go to a bar looking all worked up, my appearance matters.
I quickly put on a bodycon-sleeveless dress with heart-shaped neck. It hugs my body till my upper thighs which is then flowy till the end with a slit in the right leg. I also throw on a leather jacket, to match my personality. My twisted rose tattoo on my collarbone is shown completely.
It is a indirect mirror of the emotions I once felt or still feel I guess. I put on the heels and head downstairs telling Margarette that I'll have dinner outside.