Be one of my allies

Mirena woke up in a cozy, aesthetic-wide room. She tried to see the man's face very clearly who was talking with someone on the phone, yet her vision was still blurrily caused by the dizziness she felt.

She sighed out of discomfort, forcing herself to open her eyes widely. It has been a long while since the last time she lost consciousness.

Out of nowhere, there was only one name that flashed into his head. It was Drake Quinn, without hesitation.

"Drake?" She murmured weakly.

The man quickly ended the call and turned around to see if she was truly awake.

His eyes sparkled, knowing that she looked too fine and gained back her consciousness.

"Mirena!" He exclaimed and sat down on the chair close to the king-size bed. "How do you feel right now?"

"I am fine but my head still hurts," Mirena paused for a moment and caressed her temple. "I am glad you came on time."

A bright smile flaunted on her pale lips. Anyone could tell how exhausted she was because of everything that had happened. Mirena was currently dealing with a life-changing catastrophe.

Once she failed to protect such valuable possessions, it would be in someone's hands, sooner or later.

"I thought you would stop seeing me after what happened last night, Drake."

"Shh, let's set it aside for now, Mirena. As long as you're with me, no one could hurt you. Do you understand?"

Drake tried to make Mirena feel better. He didn't want to go beyond what he called, the king's vengeance.

This battle would never stop unless Mirena fall to her knees and beg for his mercy. It all started because of her selfishness.

At this moment, it was payback time. The first person who kneel would be the loser and the mafia king manifested to be the winner.

"Huh, I don't know what to do if I didn't come to the shop earlier. I would never forgive myself!" He said and held her hands tightly.

His expressions were profound and entirely fooled Mirena. She had no idea that the man in front of him was a mafia king that ruled the illicit world.

Out of desperation to have a new toy, she unknowingly fell into the trap that no one went out alive.

Regret and shame almost killed hundreds of people. A weak mindset led to sadness, and when it became the worst, it might be brought Mirena into deadly darkness.

The mafia king's bright smile and almost perfect front mask caught her attention. She smiled, giggled, and even felt butterflies in her stomach.

Mirena Miller didn't know that fooling someone five years ago would change her golden life into a miserable one, until death.

At that moment, Mirena felt safe and sound with him. Her heart skipped a beat when Drake wrapped her around his arms. It was one of the best things she had ever experienced.

At the back of her head, Mirena wished he was her toy. She would never let go of him until the right time came.

"Hmm, I hope you were mine." She whispered and embraced him tightly before she fell asleep.

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Drake left Mirena at the penthouse when Trace called him. He didn't know that his best friend followed him and witnessed everything that occurred at the coffee shop.

Even though it was against his will, Drake decided to go back to the hideaway. His presence was needed the most and it wasn't related to his revenge.

Upon his arrival, Trace suddenly appeared in front of him. He looked at his eyes and wanted to ask where he was earlier.

But then, it wasn't the urgent thing that needed the mafia king's presence. There was something important that could merely help him to get rid of Mirena's assets and secret properties.

Trace took a deep breath and turned around on him. He was gritting his teeth as he led the way toward the secret room.

"Follow me," said Trace coldly. But before he took another step, he stopped and took a gun from his chest and gave it to Drake. "You have to keep it with you. Our visitor is not an ordinary person."

Drake slightly tilted his head and hid the gun at his back. He then tapped Trace's shoulder and smiled charmingly.

It was one of the mafia king's signatures. In the middle of chaos, he knew how to stay calm and wear the sexiest smile in the dark world.

Even Trace didn't utter the visitor's name, he knew who it was and why. Drake has been waiting for this moment to happen and he would never waste this opportunity.

By then, the mafia king followed his assistant towards the VIP room. He calmed his system and didn't try harder to look cool.

Drake's charisma was enough to frighten the enemy. His glinting, tiger-like eyes hypnotized and helped him to look like a ruthless king.

After strolling for a few minutes, Trace stopped in front of a plain, white-painted door. He sighed and looked at Drake for a moment.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Drake looked intently into his eyes. This time around, his aura became too stronger. Anyone could die of the mafia king's sharp stare.

"Yes," Drake replied as he held back his breath and listened to the sound of heartbeat.

"I can't wait to punch that son of a bitch's face!" He thought and closed his fists.

Until the door was widely opened and a man in a black suit stood from the chair and clapped his hands.

It perfectly broke the deafening silence but didn't startle the king.

The man sighed heavily and slid his hands into his pocket. He then turned his gaze at Trace and walked closer to Drake with a sarcastic smile on his face.

He said, "Long time no see, Drake."

"I've heard so many things about you lately but there's one thing that caught my attention. Knowing you, I even wondered if it was truly true or just merely a nonsense rumor."

Drake walked closer to him and met the man's gaze confidently.

"You have only three minutes left. If you don't want to waste any minute, cut the chase and get straight to the point–"

"Be one of my allies," spoke the man who attempted to murder the mafia king before.