Ballerina by day🩰
Delinquent by night🌙
She is proof that strong girls do exist.
Fighting became one of her hobbies.
She hated the corny ass nickname,
but she was known as
"❦𝗧𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀❦".
What sounded so sweet and innocent tu...
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As news of her kidnapping reached, a fierce rage ignited within me, consuming all rational thought in its wake.
'How dare they?' And the idea of anyone laying a hand on her brought my blood to a boil.
My fists clenched with such force that my knuckles turned white, my jaw locked in a steely resolve as I vowed to unleash the full force of my wrath upon those responsible.
Every fiber of my being burned with fury, the mere thought of her in the hands of her captors fueling the flames of my anger.
They would pay dearly for their audacity, for daring to challenge the might of my empire.
No stone would be left unturned, no avenue left unexplored, until she was safely returned to me, unharmed and untouched by the darkness that threatened to engulf her.
With a single command, I set my plans into motion, mobilizing every resource at my disposal in a relentless pursuit of justice.
Sanzu, my right-hand man, stood before me with a grave expression, his words heavy with foreboding.
"Boss," He began,
"He's demanding your presence— he'll give back the #4 if you go to him."
I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of frustration and anger at the recklessness that had landed us in this perilous situation.
"Damn it," I growled, my voice laced with venom.
"Does he really think I'd fall for such an obvious trap?"
Sanzu nodded solemnly, his eyes narrowing in agreement.
"He's playing with fire, boss. But we can't let him dictate the terms."
"We won't," I snapped, my tone sharp and commanding.
"We're not pawns in his game. We're the ones calling the shots here."
"What's the plan, boss?" he asked, his voice low and determined.
I paced the room, my mind racing with anger-fueled thoughts.
"Gather the others," I ordered, my voice cutting through the tension in the air.
"We're fortifying our defenses and sending a message. He wants a fight? He'll get one."
