Luna - Italian Name
YN - Korean name
Vixen - Mafia name
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'The world is not for kind ones, it will eat your heart and soul until nothing is left'

Thunder clapsed accompanying the heavy rain. The night sky towered over the buildings like a blanket made of darkness.

Twisting the door knob, Luna entered her bathroom. Standing infront of the mirror reflecting her numb figure, she stripped herself naked, scars so many that it would force anyone into thinking 'what has she gone through..'.

The scars always reminds her of the things she had been through. Her whole childhood filled with trauma.

Looking at her now, her eyes were blank, people would think she was dead if not for the small heaving of her chest as she took breath.

Her scars have already healed half way, but just the slightest view of it was enough to make her heart chill. Her figure, one that every girl would be envious about. But only she knew how much she'd hate it because of the remaining scars.

She averted her gaze from the mirror, sinking into the bathtub filled with warm water, which soothed and relaxed her all so tired body.

Rumble

Thunder. It'd always remind her of the days she spent locked up in a dark room all alone, Trembling and flinching everytime the thunder clasped.

In the eyes of people, She is the most luckiest girl in the world. The only granddaughter of the Italian Mafia king, The Only heir to the heritage worth billions. The girl who will soon take over the position of her grandfather and rule over the entirety of Italy's dark world. She was envied by every one, even though no one knew her, even though they had never seen her, because they had no idea of her sufferings.

All they knew was that someone like her existed. And they wouldn't even know it's her even if she was their friend, their classmate or even someone they met in a mall.

Luna sinked even more into the water, completely drowning her whole body as she hugged herself and closed her eyes. The thought of ending all the suffering rang in her ears.

She was strong, really strong. But the feeling of not getting loved by the only family she has,, and the feeling of getting pushed forward and tortured by her own grandfather just makes it worse, and the traumas she have wasn't helping as well.

Bubbles rose from her nose to the surface, clearly indicating that she was losing oxygen. Yet she didn't rise. Her lungs were burning, but still she didnt sit up up. She stayed there, like that. The dim candle lit room going into comete silence as she lay there, engulfed by the aura of close death.

'You haven't found them yet.. you can't give up..'

The voice in her head said, her eyes opening wide as she sat up. She panted, taking as much as breath as she could. The burning sensation in her lungs cooling down with each breath she took. The rims of her eyes turned red with tear welling up, but they refused to leave her eyes. She was already broken, completely broken till no repair. The only thing that kept her alive was the burning desire of revenge inside her.

But today, the last piece of her heart shattered when her own grandfather took her with him for a dinner meet with his partners just for her to realise that it was to please the son of one of his partners. He'd asked for a one night stand infront of all of them, infront of her grandfather. But he didnt say anything. He didnt stand by her side and let a bastard like him touch her the whole time while meeting continued.

She can kill anyone, anytime. But killing that guy infront of her grandfather would mean.. Hell. Torture the kind that makes you actually feel you're in hell. The kind that makes you feel dread with each breath you intake.

Her grandfather didnt meddle in it, that means she had to endure it. No kind of rebuttal is allowed.

Oh how much she wanted to just run away, Away from the monster her grandfather was. Away from the gazes watching her like vultures. The only time she had  left the city was four years ago when she got her first mission.

But after that, she'd never left the place. Her routine was always the same, Wake up early, train, go to university, again train, then endure all the punishment her grandfather give her, and then sleep. She only ever got time to eat once day and that too at the university.

Coming back, Luna stood up from the tub as she exited the bathroom. Walking straight into her walk in closet, all naked.

She lay on her bed, wearing a comfy cloth. Her chest heaving gently. Her eyes closed. Her mind Thinking back at a time when she'd played with a friend for the first time. Only to kill that friend with her own hands. That girl was the daughter of a maid working here, luna never had friends before so it was the first time she'd been genuinely happy. She ran around with her and played with her. She was only 6 years old at that time and her grandfather made her hold a knife.

She stabbed right into the heart of her first friend. She watched as the pure crimson blood of the girl who'd hugged her, played with her, lightened up her dark world, spread out on the floor, dripping from her chest. But that girl had a small smile of her face. Which haunted luna forever. Her first friend became her first kill.

Her thoughts got cut off as a knock came from the door.

She stood up and walked to the door, opening it, she saw a maid. "Signorina", young lady. The maid acknowledged, luna nodded to her

"The lord is expecting you in the meeting room", she said, without looking at her, no one dares to look at luna in the eyes other than her grandfather and her friends.

Luna again nodded, dismissing the maid. She had a bad feeling about this. He'd never called her at midnight.

She walked in a controlled pace to the meeting room. The big corridors and the lonely walls staring at her, as if they were judging her. These were the same walls that kept her screams of excruciating pain inside.

She took a deep breath as she knock on the huge door. Waiting for reply.

"Come in", a deep old voice came from the other side, giving her the permission.

She walked in after making sure that her breaths were controlled and steady.

There he sat, in the main chair. A old man aged 75 , his hair almost fully white, his face wrinkled yet it did nothing to hide the look of a killer, a murderer of thousands and even more.

She stood infront of him, waiting for him to speak. Her eyes lowered not meeting his unnecessarily. There was a long silence as he scanned her, and with a nod of approval, he spoke.

"Im sending you to South Korea.",he said, observing as her eyes went wide. She has never left Italy in four years and all of sudden he is sending her to South Korea?

"May I ask what the reason is, grandfather?", her voice poilite and respectful. Completely hiding he disgust and hatred towards the old man infront of her.

"There's a mission that you must complete. Once you have completed it successfully, I will step aside and giving you the authority and the throne.", he informed.

Luna's tensed brows relaxed,
Nothing could express what she was feeling at that moment. She was finally getting freedom.

"When am i leaving?", she asked carefully, not to reveal her excitement.

"You are leaving in two days, with your teammates.", he replied, leaning back in his leather chair, his hands resting on the arms of the chair.

"Anything to keep in mind?", she asked, knowing very well that he would set some rules and regulations no matter what.

He stayed silent for a while, making her almost frown,
"Yes. You will be staying with your mother untill your mission is completed.", his words, peirced through her heart.

Luna's throat clenched with emotions long forgotten surfacing again.  "What..?", the word came out of her like a whisper. She wasn't able to control it.

"Yes. I will send you the information soon. Its better if you stay with her, it will avoid suspicions. This mission is nothing like what you have done before luna. It is an S grade mission.", he said sternly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

A knock was heard on the door, his attended came in a nodded at him. Making him stand and leave with the man.

He left. Left without another word. Left as if he hadn't just thrown a grenade in Luna's life with just a few words.

Her mind was having a battle, the storm brewing inside her head ruining her soul. She didn't know what her mother looked like, what she did know is that , this mother of hers, abandoned her for her own selfish reason.Now she is being sent to that woman.

The rage, the hatred, the disgust. Everything she felt about her mother, came back to her. That women was a monster. A monster who pushed her infant into the pit of hell just to get free from the shackles binding her. Her fists clenched , her nails digging down into her flesh. She hated that women to the core of her heart.

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