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Blood. Blood was dripping from my forehead. Panting, I tried to catch my breath. For a minute, I was tempted to look back and see if the Japanese Yakuza was chasing after me.

I muttered a curse, trudging through the quiet street, making sure to hide in the shadows, avoiding all streetlights.

Stupid Japanese Mafia Boss and his claim to rule the mafia world.

But I will never let him.

Not after killing my entire family.

Thinking about them, a brief flashback of my father screaming for me to flee before a bullet passed through his head, instantly ending his life, appeared in my line of vision.

I clenched my hands into fists, sadness and fury burning inside me.

I will make sure that the Japanese Mafia will pay for what they did. 

I will avenge my father. My family.

From this day forward, they have declared war.

And war they shall have.

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Blades & Roses

"Dang," Nico muttered beside me, spotting my bike at a safe distance from Takahashi's lair.

Seeing it there only meant that Margaux was able to make it inside. It also meant that she and Takahashi had crossed paths.

I have no idea what to make of that, but my heart was beating like crazy, my adrenaline pushing me to barge in and find Margaux, not caring who gets in the way as long as we all make it out alive.

However, logic was telling me that if I do that, that could worsen the situation or put Margaux in a rather difficult situation.

I'm trying to think positively and picturing out that Margaux had the upper hand. Yet, knowing that she was alone and she was inside the enemy territory, the negative thoughts overpowered the positive ones.

Lightly running my hand on my bike, it seemed that it had been sitting for a while.

Nico eyed me, I stared back at him.

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