My Loyality Isn't a Thing That You Kept In a Pocket
The rain fell in sheets, drenching the neon-lit streets of the city. Reflections danced on the wet asphalt, but Hana barely noticed. Her hands trembled as she held the crumpled note, the words burned into her mind:
“Loyalty is worthless if it’s kept in your pocket.”
Seven men were dead. Men she had trained with, trusted with her life. And now… nothing remained but fear, suspicion, and the cold bite of betrayal.
Her jaw tightened. Loyalty had always been her strength, her shield. She had given it freely, without hesitation. And now it had cost lives.
From the shadows, he watched. Calm. Collected. Deadly.
Kyung. The Iron Fang. The city’s most feared mafia boss. The man who could silence a room without raising his voice.
“You shouldn’t have come here alone,” he said, stepping out from the darkness. His eyes, sharp as blades, met hers. The faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
Hana didn’t flinch. Fear had no place in her veins tonight. “Loyalty isn’t mine to hide,” she replied, voice steady.
Kyung’s smirk widened just slightly. “Loyalty is a weapon,” he said. “And weapons… can kill their owner if they’re weak.”
Thunder rolled overhead as a distant siren wailed. Hana’s mind raced. She knew this night was only the beginning. Somewhere, someone had set the trap. And that someone was closer than she could imagine.
She turned her eyes to the warehouse across the street. Smoke curled from shattered windows. Seven corpses had been found inside. But this wasn’t just about murder—it was a warning. A message written in blood.
Kyung took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. “You’re clever,” he said softly, almost a whisper. “But cleverness alone won’t keep you alive.”
Hana’s fingers clenched into fists. She had survived the streets. She had fought for every scrap of respect, every piece of control. And she wouldn’t bow to anyone—not even him.
“I don’t need saving,” she said, voice cold. “I survive myself.”
For a moment, Kyung simply studied her, silent and unblinking. Then he finally spoke, words laced with quiet menace: “We’ll see. Loyalty is tested in fire. Let’s hope you’re not already burned.”
Rain poured harder. Hana’s resolve hardened with it. Her loyalty had value. And she was about to prove it.
Somewhere in the city, betrayal had been planted. And Hana was determined to find it, confront it… and survive it.
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