"My guard came in, whispered just one thing 'Boss, he's coming.' An undercover agent. Sent to spy on me. I didn't flinch. I lit my cigarette with steady hands and smiled. Let him come. A lion doesn't care about an ant. He might be trained, clever even, but this is my world. I control the cops, the ministry bows to me. I built this empire with blood, fire, and fear. What can he possibly find here? What truth can he uncover about Jay? VK, my right hand, chuckled beside me—sharp, calculated, loyal. I trust him more than I trust myself. He's like me driven, dangerous, and clear about one thing: power is everything."
"I've never believed in small dreams. I don't want peace. I want power. My only goal is to become the head of all mafias to control every city, every border, every underground deal. I want my name to echo through the world like a curse. I want silence when I walk, and heads to bow without command. Every breath I take is a step closer to that throne. Let them come, let them spy, let them try. But this world belongs to me. And I don't share my kingdom."
"Boss, the king wants to see you," VK said, a rare note of confusion in his voice.
I leaned back in my chair, blowing out smoke, narrowing my eyes.
"He needs the package? Or something else?" I asked, voice low, cold.
VK didn't answer immediately. Instead, he nodded toward the entrance.
It was Saga the bald one.
The man with a lion tattoo crawling up his hand like it's alive.
He walked in slow, eyes unreadable, and the room fell into a heavy silence.
That tattoo… every time I see it, something in me twists.
Not fear.
Not respect.
Something deeper.
Like a warning from the past I haven't remembered yet.
Saga, VK, and I—we've done countless wrong things together. Blood on our hands, secrets buried deep. But Saga... he's more than a partner in crime. He's like an elder brother. The only one who can slap sense into me without fear. He's lived with me since I was eight—we played, fought, and survived together. He knows me better than I know myself. His silence speaks volumes, his scolding comes without warning, and I take it—because it's real. Because in this world of betrayal and blood, that kind of love is rare.
"King is angry at us?" I asked casually, cracking a grin. "Then he should drink cold water."
"Or better—just drink," VK added with a laugh, raising his glass.
I didn't say much, just listened, a quiet smile tugging at my lips.
I like their company.
In this cruel, chaotic world, these are the only moments that feel real. Moments of laughter before we return to the shadows—to crimes, deals, and weapons shipments. Supplying arms, fighting rival mafia gangs... and sometimes, those fights grow bigger than us.
They become blunders.
Blunders that shake the very roots of our world—our so-called paradise.