Chapter 1 — Prologue: The Devil Doesn’t Take Strays

BANG!

A clean shot. Straight through the forehead.

..."Satoru Rei" didn’t blink....

...

The man’s body slumped in the chair, blood pooling at the back of his skull, soaking into the rug like ink into silk. Tension enveloped the room everyone stood stiff. Some foolish idiot tired to run away and—Bang! right through the neck the pack of ’the goods’ in his hand fell right beneath him with like a soft cushion everyone stepped back as blood gushed from his neck and just like that the exchanged was over.

He stood still—impeccably dressed in an all-black designer suit, gloves spotless wrapped around the trigger of his trusted Colt python pistol now smoking. The others in the room barely breathed.

The job was done. One more traitor to the Yurei Syndicate purged.

His silver hair fell messily across his forehead, damp with sweat, his Crystal-blue eyes cold and calculating behind the soft glow of the dim lamps. There was no pleasure in the kill. No thrill.

Just Business.

"Clean this up,” he muttered to the men behind him as he walked out, tucking the weapon back into his coat.

The night outside was cool, this location was at an abandoned warehouse far from the main city. This place was known for it's high amount of crime exchange in the country and police were always too scared to trespass, There we're clubs, illegal bars and business going on in this part of town even black market.

But Rei usually came here for his business and Assassination the crimes didn't bother him, even when someone head is being blown up he'd stare coldly. This was the world he lived in from a young age, Not an ounce of pity was spared for his enemy's and it never bothered him—Nothing ever did.

He got into the backseat of his slick black Maybach, but then paused. Something stirred in the air—something sharp and sweet.

A scent. Slightly provoking.

He stepped back out, brow twitching as he adjusted his cuffs, scanning the sidewalk like a wolf that smelled blood. His driver was about to speak, but froze at the sound.

...Crash. Glass shattered....

Somewhere ahead, a second-floor window burst open.

Then—a body fell.

A young Lady running frantically sweat and blood splattered all over her, her torn satin dress hanging for dear life. no heels bearfooted on the rough ground, her knees bruised, her lip bleeding. She Suddenly stumbled forward rolling down the rough heel as her body curled like a protective shield then hit a pavement then stood up as quickly limping forward, eyes foggy.

Rei stood still from a small distance as she drew close. He watched her stumble over and over. She was drunk—no, more like drugged but slightly sober.

Her Eyes hazy. Panicked. one heel clutch in her left hand. She looked like she’d just fought her way out of hell.

"help..." she muttered, her voice a strangled plea, right before collapsing a few feet in front of his car.

And something flickered. Not in her.

In him.

He stepped forward, before she fell face flat on the brick. He caught her then crotched down holding her loosely In his arms she was panting and shaking. like a bullied cat.

Time slowed. On thought in his head—"why did he help??"

Her bare thighs scraped. Her strapless dress had slipped low. Her chest heaved in short, ragged gasps.

Faye Magdalene

He didn’t know her name yet. But the moment he saw her, he knew—She was a breathtaking.

...

“Sir?” his driver asked from the car.

Rei didn’t answer. He studied her. Her breathing was shallow. A pulse at her neck fluttered beneath skin so soft he it warmed his cool leather gloves.

A soft groan escaped her lips.

Normally he Should’ve turned away. Or ask his bodyguard to take her away.

But instead… he scooped her into his arms, stood, and said

“We're Leaving. Now.”

The driver didn’t dare ask questions.

..

Inside the car, Her breathing had slowed down almost faint, whimpering in her dazed state, one hand loosely gripping Rei’s lapel. Her face pressed to his chest.

And still…

No fear. Just carelessly dozing.

His eyes narrowed. Then a slight frown tugged on his lips, his eyes remained cold and calculating, his arm underneath her thighs tighten slightly.

“What in the world am I doing.” He muttered quitely to himself.

He didn’t know then how much of a brat this drugged stranger was. And the chaos about to be unleashed in his world, routine, rules, his Sanity and peace of mind.

But there was no going back now. He had already decided to take in a stary.

...To be continued......

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