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"Please!" you went down on your knees and bent so low your forehead bumped the floor. "I need this job!"
Tears ran down your face, mixing themselves with your blood that poured down from one of his henchman’s punch.
Will Becket, second-in-command of the gang who ran the district. Nothing compared to bigger famillies, but they weren’t any less dangerous. Especially when he shows up out of the blue with a handful of scary beefy guys and destroyed everything like right now. Of course you protested, even threw a few punches, but a simple bar owner like you was nothing to them. And they made it clear with only one jab to the jaw.
Will combed throught his long blond hair, with a look of imense satisfaction. You could tell with his giggles he was wearing a smug smile, and it made your stomach ache with shame and anger.
"Sorry Doll," he said. "But with the Matsu-ditch, gotta look for alternative businesses." he paused. "Nothing personal." he slowly said with a haughty tone.
Yeah, you heard of it, but you were hoping you wouldn’t be suffering the consequences.
A month ago, the Matsuno familly, one of the biggest and most powerful famillies of criminals, controlling several citties, including this one, just...closed up. The six heads, the leaders just went out one day and they still haven’t come back. Rumors say they got into a fight, but nobody really knows, and no way a young woman like you, the farthest thing from mafias, could know anything about it.
What you knew for sure, was that with this ‘Matsu-ditch’, the little gangs of course would take advantage of that to expand their territory. A few fights broke downtown too. Businesses were destroyed, protection fees increased, and houses were burned.
You had the miracle of never having to pay a protection fee. Your bar was founded by your familly and it was passed for generations. It was as old as the four big famillies, so they never asked you to pay for anything. They never told you anything, and you sure as hell weren’t going to ask them about it, fearing that by getting their attention they would realized that they just forgot to make you pay.
But with the Matsuno familly gone, it was just a matter of time before Becket would walk through that door and emptied your cash-register.
Problem was, with the numerous bills, for your bar and your appartment. You didn’t have enough money to pay a protection fee.
So yeah, you were in serious shit.
"You know," you heard him continue. "you may not have enough money." he grabbed your chin, which brought you pain, and lifted your face up. "But you have something else of value."
His sneering smile while looking down your shirt sent a disgusted chill down your spin.
Were you desperate enough to sleep with such a guy? Putting your pride aside in order to keep your only source of income, familly treasure, and household?
Fuck no!
You shook his hand off, glaring at him. He sighed and turned away.
"Well, it’s not like the Matsunos will come back anytime soon." he nodded to one of his men. "A real shame though, I liked this place."
A feeling of pure panic went through you like a wave when you saw him taking out a gallon of fuel and some maches.
"W-Wait! WAIT!" in desperation, you grabbed Becket’s coat.
He paused, clearly pissed off that your worker’s hands were touching his classy clothe. You paused too. Now what?! Think of something before he burns down the place! Anything!
"What if I bring them back?"
Silence.
"Aha-ahahahaha!" he bursted out, laughing his lungs out and holding his stomach.
True, what were you thinking? You just said the first idea that came to your mind!
"Yeah!" you exclaimed, clumsilly standing up. "Once they’re back, your gang will have to listen to them!"
Will sighed, wipping a tear away.
"You’re crazy Doll."
He stared at you for a moment, you stared back with determination. Finally, he looked back and gestured to his man, who placed his burn-tools back.
"But you’re cute and you make me laugh." he looked back at you as his men went out. "So I’ll let you go on with your little plan, I give you a week. In one week I’ll be back, and I won’t give you a chance to beg this time." he smiled and walked passed you. "Oh, sorry for the mess." he said before closing the door.
Finally alone, you looked around at the messed up establishment, broken glass, tables flipped over, they even stole a few bottles.
You sighed and ran a hand through your face.
"What am I supposed to do?" you asked with a weak voice.
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
"Stop mocking me!"
"You told him you’d reunite THE Matsuno familly!"
"It was the best I could think of at the moment! Don’t be a dick!"
Still a bit annoyed, you served a glass of the surviving alcohol to Beneth.
Beneth was a cheeky but sweet young pianist, around the same height as yours and fluffy light brown hair. He played in a lot of bars, including yours, because just one night doesn’t pay much. Good thing he was demanded, a shame he wasn’t famous yet. It's probably due to his work method. He comes in out of the blue and offers to play the piano for a night. Though he usually never gets rejected thanks of his talent and reputation.
So you didn't call him to say you were closed for a while, like you did with your two employees. He didn't even bother to read the sign on the door and just walked in to see the place in shamble and you trying to make it look presentable.
The two of you sat at the end of the little stage where the piano was and you told him the whole story.
"This is serious Ben," you said. "if I can’t do it, I’m basically screwed."
"I know I know, but... how are you gonna do that?"
"I have no idea." you ran a hand through your hair in frustration. "I don’t even know what they look like! And it’s not like the heads of a super powerful familly of criminals will listen to someone like *me*!"
"Yeah..." he took a sip. "So you’re gonna give up?" he casually asked.
"Wha-How dare you?! My life and heritage is on the line! I gotta at least give it a try!"
He chuckled.
"I know~!" he smiled widly before finishing his drink. "If you want, I got an info for you."
Suddenly, your brought your face closer to his, making him jerk back a bit.
"Tell me."
"Well, I was rejected at a bar I usually work in for the third time now. Saying a special guy will play there. From what I heard, he’s only wearing blue and has pretty dope sunglasses."
You frowned with confusion.
"...you know, like one of the Matsuno brothers?" he paused. "Where do you live seriously?!"
"I’m sorry I don’t feed on gossips! I have no time to be interested in a mafia familly!"
"The mafia familly which controls the whole city!"
"Whatever!" you wrapped your arms around him. "Thank you Ben."
He slightly patted your back.
"You’re...you’re welcome."
You hopped down the stage and went to grab your coat. Then you turned back to him.
"And don’t think I didn’t realized your trick." you pointed at him. "You assumed I’ll give up when you knew you could help me!"
He laughed. Putting his drink down, he followed you outside so you could close the door.
"So," you asked. "where is he?"