CHAPTER THIRTY - that one sus clan 

CHAPTER THIRTY - that one sus clan 

I woke up not in chains or gags or covered in itchy rope like you'd think, but instead respectfully perched in yet another overstuffed armchair. As I woke up, I blinked and rubbed the back of my head. In front of me was a suspicious-looking guy in all black wearing a jaguar mask, which looked pretty cool.

We were in a big warehouse that was filled to the brim with torture equipment. Some had clear purposes, like a nail-filled chair and chainsaw, while others, like a bottle of punch - not so much. But I'd seen this before. It was called the brig - and no one ever returned from it. Guess I'd just have to set a record, then.

But the knife in his hand made me a bit nervous. I opened my mouth and blurted, "Hey! It's you! Leader of that one sus clan, right? I forgot your name, sorry, but I do remember that it started with r." The leader blinked and slightly shifted his mask. Yep. I'd seen this guy before, around my 30th life if I had to pinpoint it. I'd ended up working for him by accident (don't ask for details) which gave me access to countless pieces of juicy gossip and free food/lodging, as long as I did what I was told. Honestly? not the worst life. 

"Yes, I'm the leader of the biggest clan in the world. You should know, Amaria, unless this is another one of those sly tricks of yours." 

"Mhm. Totally a sly trick. Anyway, I'm here to tell you that I've changed my ways and no longer want to be a crime lord." Crickets. No one spoke. Then, the leader burst into laughter that echoed through the warehouse. I patiently waited for the laughter to stop - and it did, suddenly cut off as the leader's face hardened under the mask. "You're serious."

"Of course I am. Don't contact me, and destroy all businesses related to me, please." I said happily, wearing a content smile on my face before getting up. there! done! Get me out of this dump! "Stop right there." came a voice, slightly angry. 

I sighed. Of course. Things were never that easy.