LIACH – TWO YEARS AGO~~
Liach POV
The first time I tried to kill Sinveer De Luna, it was supposed to be art.
A clean slit across the throat. Silent. Beautiful. A masterpiece of control. Instead, I left him bleeding and breathing. "Disgraceful."
I still remember the warmth of his blood splashing my cheek, the thrill of watching his pupils dilate as he realized, what I was—who I was. The look in his eyes wasn't fear, though. It was rage. Pure and primal.
"it was Delicious."
"But it turns out to be an epic failure!"
who go calling their killer Feisty Little thing."
If only his fucking erected dick wasn't press on me.
I won't have fluttered.
it would have been a smooth kill
"His a creep. who gets hard while fighting for their life."
Dad will be definitely mad, for failing this mission.
That night, the rain soaked my clothes and I disappeared into the alley, with a wounded pride in my chest, the scent of his cologne in my lungs, and the cut on my side burning like shame.
PRESENT DAY – GRADUATION DAY~
I smile like a good little girl. Who seemed soft. Sweet. And untouchable.
Everyone around me claps. Professors shake my hand, eyes full of admiration. If only they knew I fantasized about slicing open their throats mid-sentence just to watch them gurgle on their own blood.
"Congratulations, Miss Liach Cisco. Summa cum laude."
Of course I am. I've spent the last two years pretending to be perfect. Perfect daughter. Perfect student. The perfect nobody.
My father, Gabriel Cisco, Head of the third family in this mafia region watches from the crowd with his dead shark eyes. He doesn't clap. Just nods. He knows this charade is over. I've graduated. It's time to get dirty again.
Time to finish what I started. Killing Sinveer De Luna. The Don of our Mafia region.
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Later that day a few hours after the convocation.
"LIACH! what do you say about clubbing tonight?"
" Yeah, I love that idea. Liach why don't we go, hmm. Hilda is right."
"There will be hot guys, drinks, drugs and good sex."
" Hilda!"
Maya and Hilda are my college friends.
Maya, who's shy, smart and sexy.
Hilda on the other hand. very social. love sex and money. And also intelligent.
She's the crazy one.
But none of them are from any Mafia family neither do they know about my family legacy.
"Liach, what do you say? You going right?" Maya asked tugging at the cuff of my dress.
"Ah— Yes I'm going."
"You made the right choice and since you are going abroad after today, let's spend the remaining time together." Hilda added, crossing her arms over mine.
Not abroad.
To my real life.
Removing my father's problems
I think I should just humour them. since this is the last time we will see again.
Later that night in the club, Maya, Hilda and I were vibing to the beats. That sickening beat vibrating through my bones and the blind flashy lights which is now affecting my head.
I hate these places—sticky floors, desperation disguised as fun—but my friends insisted we celebrate. They think I'm too introverted. Shy. Book-smart.
They don't know the girl beside them killed a man at seventeen just to hear the crunch of his windpipe.
I excuse myself from the table, slipping toward the VIP section out of boredom… and fate fucks me.
"He's here."
"Sinveer De Luna."
"Alive. Arrogant as always. A sin made flesh."
He's lounging in the shadows, a drink in one hand, some faceless girl whispering in his ear. His dark suit molds to his body like sin. He doesn't see me. Yet.
But I feel it—the shift in air, the pulse between us.
My fingers twitch. My pulse accelerates. I taste copper on my tongue like memory.
His blood coming into sight as a vision.
I stood there staring at him, which took too long.
He turns looking at my direction. I guess he felt my presence. Then our eyes lock.
It was a heartbeat. A war drum. A razor across skin.
And then… he tilts his head. Maybe confused? Curious? Not recognizing me. Not knowing why a strange girl was looking at him.
But there's something in his eyes—recognition at the level of instinct.
My scent. He smelled me that night, and I know scents burn deeper than faces.
I turn and vanish into the crowd before he can rise.
We are not meeting yet Mr De Luna. Not yet.
The game has just resumed.
Later that night
My phone buzzes on my nightstand as I towel off from a shower. Papa's name flashes across the screen. I answer without speaking.
"Now that you have graduated, our plans commence."
"I know Papa. And also I saw Sinveer De Luna."
"You saw him?" he asks.
"I did."
"And?"
"He's still breathing."
A pause. Then "You've got another chance and do not blow this up, Liach. This time, you operate from inside."
"I already have a plan."
"Don't fail me again."
He hangs up.
I look into the mirror. My reflection stares back—dripping wet.
This time I'll be Inside. Closer to Him.
I'll be the last thing Sinveer De Luna ever sees.
Or the first thing he learns to crave.