Cheerful, Sarcastic, Sweet, and Deadly. These four words are enough for anyone to describe me in a few words. I often hear that I'm too sweet or bubbly to be a mafia head. I'm known for my sweet nature towards my gang members. I have got fame, power, and wealth.

Do I want power and fame?

Did I ever wanted to be in this line?

No, since childhood, all I wanted was to live a happy and free life with a wife and some animals. My father was the only person who ever tried to understand me. He was the only friend I ever had. Whenever my mother tried to do something to me, he always saved me.

My mother was the only daughter of the Akhtar Estate's head. The marriage between my parents was completely based on power. They never liked each other. My mother hated me from the beginning because I have my father's features: reddish-brown hair like him, in contrast to the blonde hair of my mother, greenish-blue eyes like him rather than grey eyes like her, and freckles like him rather than the porcelain doll-like skin she had.

She always told me she hated me, but she didn't know I hated myself more than she ever could. When my father got admitted to the hospital, I lost the only friend I ever had. She used to beat me after drinking every night to release her frustration or in order to show me how fragile I was. Her constant beating made me tolerant of pain. , I don't feel any pain anymore, but I still pretend to wince or struggle in front of others to test their personality.

I was not the heir to the chair. Yes, I was not a single child. I had an older brother who was six years older than me and the soul heir of the Zodiac empire. He was an example of the ideal child in contrast to me. My mother adored him and my father was proud of him. He was feared by the members, just like my mother liked.

Ever since I was a child, coding has always amazed me. My father was completely supportive of me, while my mother could care less about my future as I was nothing in front of her charming son.

I was ecstatic when my teacher told me that I was accepted into the Computer Engineering Program. Out of 876 applicants, I was the only one accepted.

At the age of 10, my father, after seeing my interest and skills, got me a seat at one of the engineering colleges running under our empire, and I was on cloud nine.

I stepped into the large classroom, taking the seat in the front row due to my smaller body frame than others. I grabbed books and hugged them as if my life depended upon them.

"You lost kid?" A boy with a full beard asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

"I-I.. ummm.." I stuttered and looked down at my shoes.

"The middle school is two buildings away kiddoo.." he asked skeptically, raising his eyebrow.

But before I could even answer him, a hand smacked his head from behind.

"Is this the way to talk to your new classmate? " A middle-aged lady questioned. She was wearing a red formal skirt along with a white button-up blouse, and she was looking really elegant yet classy.

"WAIT A MINUTE! "the boy visibly yelled, gaining another smack from the lady.

"Go to your seat, Mr. Drake," the lady ordered, and he mumbled, "Sorry," and soon the class started.

I listened intently as she explained the basics of the Python language.

I was genuinely happy when I got into the university and the moment I completed my graduation, I immediately got a seat for the post-graduate program. I was ecstatic. I thought my life would be different, away from the drugs, away from prostitution, away from the murders, away from my family.

But life never goes exactly as planned...

Just as I completed my post-graduation, at the age of 21, and was about to move out of hell, my father got shot, and my brother took the position of the heir. After just six months, my brother was killed in an accident, and not leaving myself with any other choice, I took over the empire.

I gave up my dream of getting a happy life free from all the mafia shit.

I followed each and every step my brother took.

I became ruthless, heartless, and deadly.

But the girl inside me doesn't like killing people for fun. I got into a whirlpool of depression and stress, and finally, I got stuck.

I still remember the day I had my first kill. I cried for three days straight, alone in the room, and my mother constantly reminded me how worthless, how fragile, how weak I was.

Why was I born into a life like this, yet others are born into normal life? No matter how much I want it, I can't choose for myself. As I reflected on my life and the path I've chosen, it became clear that no matter what I do, it doesn't seem to make a difference.

After the day I killed my mother, my life was not as miserable as it was, but it was never something I wanted.

I got out of my thoughts when I felt something moving or struggling to move beside me. I turned a little in my position and the dog jumped out of the bed. I opened my eyes to see him sitting beside the couch and licking the face of my kidnap....err, Krystal. Who was somehow struggling in her sleep?

The dog was looking as if he was trying to calm her, but that didn't seem to be working. Soon her breathing quickened and the dog jumped on her. She opened her eyes and sat up on the couch, and I immediately closed mine and pretended to be asleep.

I heard her taking a few deep breaths.

"B-Baby T-Thanks." She whisper-shuttered, Her voice was so weak, so low, I felt something in my chest just after hearing her vulnerable voice. Soon I heard some footsteps and then the sound of the opening and closing of the door. I opened my eyes again and looked around. The dog was sitting beside the bathroom door, looking restless. I called him by gesturing with my hands, and he reluctantly came closer to me.

"You are really a good boy," I whispered and patted his head, then resettled myself in my previous position and closed my eyes.

Yesterday, I was only trying to seduce her in order to get out of here, but I don't know why, when she agreed so easily to make me feel like a date , I gained interest in her, The moment she agreed to my nonsense deal, I saw a sense of betrayal or pain in her eyes.

The door opened and closed and I felt footsteps heading in my direction, but I'm an expert at playing asleep, so I didn't respond. The footsteps stopped beside the bed where I was lying. Then I felt a hand in my hair? Why is the head of the Darkmoon empire stroking my head? What does she even want? Many questions were going through my mind, but her touch felt so soft, so good, so comforting, the feeling which I have never felt, the feeling as if you are being cared for, the feeling as if someone is in this world who thinks about you, the feeling when someone provides you the warmth which you have been deprived of, I unconsciously leaned into her touch and, to my surprise, I felt her sit on the bed, beside me. She continued to stroke my curly bushy hair with her long fingers, and then I felt the furry dog settle himself in between us, and she chuckled? Her voice was so melodic, Call it Stockholm Syndrome all you want, but somehow I didn't want this moment to end. For the first time in years, I felt something so warm, but to my dismay, she stopped and stood up from her position, and I heard footsteps again, which were now fast and the door opened and closed.

I opened my eyes and the dog gave me a curious look, and I sighed and engulfed the cute black beast in a cuddle.

Not all girls are attracted to makeup, fashion, and style,

Some devote their entire lives reading stacks of books and files...

Keeping aside their passion,

Some choose a life with a lack of sleep and depression...

A necklace can't do her justice when the computer and coding were her life,

Instead of a life full of flowers, some still prefer knives ♡

I remember I wrote a poem when I got into college. Back then, I believed in miracles. I believed that I could be out, I could be free...

Just keep whistling the songs of the beating heart,

With thousands of dreams and enjoying the thrill of discovering a world which was once apart...

Just keep whistling and choose the path on which more grass is grown,

Babe, you will feel the acceleration within you as if you just came out of a cyclotron...

You are born to discover the stars,

You have to reach beyond the universe...

This world will be left behind,

Who knows what the future is?

Death will befall us someday.

This soul will depart one day,

We are composed of stardust,

We will be transformed into stardust someday.

Sighing at my foolishness, I finally opened my eyes and my kidnap... errr Krystal was typing something on her laptop. I yawned, pretending to have just woken up, and she looked in my direction.

"Good morninggggg," I mumbled, and she rolled her eyes at me as I pouted dramatically.

"Why can't I at least get a good morning?" I dramatically questioned and gave her an innocent look, but she seemed unfazed by my cuteness. Huffing, I stood up and made my way towards the bathroom.

I opened the door and took the brush and wetted it before applying some paste to it. I was closing the paste cap when I dropped it. Rolling my eyes, I bent down to grab the button, but then I noticed a pill on the bathroom floor. I picked it up and examined it, but I couldn't tell what it was for, so I just ignored it. It could be a birth control pill, all I know. I completed my business and finally came out of the bathroom.

There, the assistant girl was sitting on the bed beside Krystal and they were talking about something serious. Krystal patted her head and smiled at her, I don't know why I felt something again in my chest, but this time the feeling was making me angry, perhaps because I didn't like the assistant in the first place.

"Linda, why are you telling me this? You are the in-charge of all the white meetings, so do whatever you want to do with them." Krystal said in a monotone, and the assistant nodded and stood up from her seat.

"Yes, Mistress," she bowed down, and for some reason, Krystal smirked at her, which I didn't like, then the assistant flew out of the room in a professional walking style.

I made my way towards the bed and sat down, but my kidnap...err, Krystal didn't even look up at me and scrolled through the files.

"Can I ask you something?"

She looked up and raised her eyebrows at me.

"What exactly does the term "white" mean? I heard you use it many times with the assistant of yours." I asked completely out of curiosity and she gave me a look, probably thinking about how I could use the information against her.

After some time, she sighed and closed the files in her hand.

"The Darkmoon empire's business is divided into three categories ...Red, white, and black... Red deals with the illegal side of the business and white revolve around the legal, or you can say, the side of the business which is known to the common world. " She answered and I nodded. The Darkmoon's infrastructure is quite famous in the underworld for its connections with both the white and black markets. She stood up from her position and made her way towards the couch and I gave her a confused look.

"And black?" I questioned her and she smirked.

"Believe me, kitten, you don't want to know ." She commented in a low voice and then took a jute bag that was resting on the couch, and she came closer to me and handed it to me.

I took the bag from her hand and looked inside it. There was a beautiful red gown in it and I beamed at her and she rolled her eyes. Why so rude, dude? Ignoring her, I took the gown out of the bag, and I stood up on the bed and twirled the dress around my body.

"I'm going out. I recommend you take your ass down in order to avoid breaking your limbs before today's ball. " She said it in a monotone and I rolled my eyes at her.

"Awww, you care so much about my ass. I feel so appreciated right now." I dramatically said, grinning in her direction, and she huffed.

"Wipe off the stupid grin out of your face before I wipe you out of the world," she scoffed seriously, and I looked at her amused.

"War and love are games that are played with a smile. If you can't smile, grin. If you can't grin, keep out of the way till you can." I was actually proud of my statement, but she gave me a look as if I was crazy.

"Cat got your tongue, my lady?" I asked teasingly and she rolled her eyes at me.

"Why the fuck you are not afraid of me?" She asked genuinely and she was right. If I was a normal person, I would have been following her each order, but as I said before, I ain't no normal person, so I just gave her an innocent look.

"And why should I be afraid of you?" I questioned and she gave me a dumbfounded look.

"Sure Kitten, it's not that I can kill you within the blink of your eye or tie you up in the dungeon and have a zodiac slave," she said and stared blankly at me, and any normal person would have been dead by now.

"Kinky ", I replied with a wink, and she rolled her eyes at me.

"You are unbelievable." She huffed and made her way out of the room and the dog also followed her.

"Step on me, Mama!!!" I yelled, and I heard her footsteps stop and then continued after a while. Chuckling to myself, I sat down on the bed. Now I was alone in the room.

I think I should go to the kitchen, where the old man will be waiting for me for breakfast. I know I'm kidnapped and under the captivity of the most powerful leader in the country, but somehow, I don't feel as lonely as I was feeling till now.

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~ Love - K.D ♡