Rusty Creaks Of A Vault.
⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻the cool of the evening and the silence of the halls of Mikey's penthouse was alarming the guards that's securing the house made out from laundered money, especially with the knowledge that all of the leaders and executives are gathered over for the sudden meeting arranged by (Y/N) and Ran without saying details about their topic. it was not the usual meeting where the tense atmosphere can allow you to be spared once you look at their eyes, now everyone felt tingles and shivers running to their spine from the echoing footsteps coming from (Y/N) and The Haitani Brothers who's being followed by Ayato, Keanus and Cailon.
the danger gawking out their eyeballs. the standby's can feel their blood's adrenaline and the sound of their blood rushing from their vessels as the two guards opened the door for executives to enter. (Y/N) usually glance at the guards before entering the room, but now, the guards watch her step inside the conference room clothed in Ran's coat and her hands buried inside it's pockets. they knew from then on that something big is going on.
the door closes with the guards showing their respect before shutting the door, the loud boom of the wooden door echoed through the room and (Y/N) travelled her eyes to the others whom is looking at them in confusion. "what's going on, Hun? what's the meeting about?" Takeomi was not smoking like the usual for he is more concerned about whatever reason does Ran and the girl has to arrange a meeting tonight. (Y/N) didn't reply, she only stared at their leader before sighing, noticing the empty space in between Mikey's thighs and his stare that speak; come 'ere and tell me everything, Bunny.
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Holy Hell
Fanfiction「𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦.」 𓅂 in which a girl in definition of trouble and insanity is one of the person to run the worst criminal organization. Characters aren't mine. ©Ken Wakui ©Xo...