He was the prettiest hell I've ever been in.

I didn't mind burning at all.

Rain

The time had come.

So at last, I ascended the stairs to the grand hall, where the Sokomob would officially start with the thirteen leaders dining together.

The obscenely lavish and obnoxiously wasteful mansion was swarming with people. And for every leader and clan member that was invited, Chin-Hae would have that number tripled in security and servants. And even security guards dressed as servants. 

At seven o'clock sharp, I entered the grand dining hall. I would have gone as far as describing the outrageous expensive decor and paintings and statues that were probably stolen from a museum just to extravagantly adorn this event tonight, if everyone, literally everyone, wasn't looking at me when I entered the room. 

A crowd had gathered, and for a moment it felt like before, when I was the Oyabun, ruling the Bloody Waves and the Ryiuzaki clan. So similar was the atmosphere. So similar was the way everyone was looking at me. Instantly, sizing me up and weighing what would gain them more. Winning me or winning me over. 

Chin-Hae saw me and approached, his expression like stone as always. "Where is he?"

I wanted to grin because Chin-Hae wasn't exactly familiar with the details of the plan. And that was on purpose. So he would make questions like this one when Suga was late. So I could answer and everyone would hear me saying, "He will come when he wants."
I willed my face into a disinterested mask as well.

And that was it. The message that Suga didn't follow appearances and would be fashionably late for the meeting that was taking place for him, was conveyed. 

V was so handsome he looked like he was unreal. Or straight out of some high-end catwalk where the models were ex-convicts. His suit was an iconic dark green. I saw many heads turning at him when he came to whisper in my ear. 

I nodded in reply. 

"The Oyabun is coming. He is in a bad mood so I suggest you keep your mouth shut. We don't have any room in the freezer." I said to Chin-Hae as I was walking away. 

I restrained myself from grinning again, as I heard a few murmurs. If they were leaders or members that were shocked, I didn't give a fuck. I just implied to a mafia lord that his son will kill him because he is in a bad mood. And the reason why he shouldn't piss him off was that the freezers were full of ice or cake for the guests so we didn't have room for his body. 

I had accomplished the first step. To make them wonder. How far would Suga go.

I saw a few leaders frowning in distaste. And a few that were looking around, nodding to their members to be alert at all times. I saw only one of them slightly smiling. 

And then, I knew it. Like I always knew. I felt that Suga had entered the room. 

I turned and saw him up the dais, taking a look a everything and everyone before ascending the stairs. He owned them. It was his kingdom. 

The room went still as death. As if a sound would turn his attention there. His footsteps echoed in the quiet. 

There was a band, playing soft orchestral music —the we're-so-rich-and-pretentious-kind— and even they had stopped playing. I haven't told them to do so, but it was a nice touch. 

V's shoulders were back, his chin high. Serving everyone pride at his Oyabun's arrival. 

Playing my part, I kept my eyes lowered, watching from under my eyelashes. 

RM and Jin appeared behind Suga. The saiko-kommon and the assassin.

At that moment, they were not the guys I knew. RM was wearing something that could be described as the king of all suits, black and silky fabric hugging his muscled form, rings shining on his tattooed fingers. Jin was a deadly shadow, standing tall like the most handsome ripper, promising everyone unyielding torture.

Weapons were forbidden by tradition. However, no one would trust that the others weren't armed, so you can safely assume everyone had something on them. I knew I had my knife in the only place it could fit undetected—underboobs, you pervert. And I could bet that Jin had his tucked in his suit somewhere.

The members that were in the middle of the room had the good sense to back away a few steps, clearing a path as RM and Jin strolled through the crowd, toward the end where the huge dining table for the leaders was. 

Good. They should be afraid of them.

Fear and respect. Two very different things. Yet, tonight, Suga was going to be known for inspiring both. 

When he reached the entrance to pass among the crowd, I lowered my head and bowed.

Then V did too.

Then Jungkook that was on the other side of the crowd. 

And Jimin and J-hope, that were standing at each side of the table. 

Then, slowly like a live domino, everyone else. Even the hardcore leaders. Even their followers. 

Respect is something that you gain with time and patience, my father used to say. Bullshit. Respect is something you gain instantly when others realize their fate is in your hands. 

If this was a chess match, the opponent had already lost all their simple pawns.

The ebony marble floor was so polished I could see everyone's reflection on it, like a black, calm sea.

The silence was deafening. I could hear each one of Suga's steps.

"Looks like you're all here in time, for fucking once." He said to no one particularly. 

Without raising, I lifted my eyes. RM gave Suga half a grin, letting him know he won't tolerate anyone defying him.

Suga's shoes stopped in my line of sight. His fingers were icy as he lifted my face.

The entire room, all the guest twelve clans, and their leaders were looking at us now.

Everyone noticed the push of his fingers, the predatory angle of his head as he said, "Come with me."

His eyes glimmered when he ran them over me, and I wondered four things: if it was for show, if he really liked what he saw, if he wanted to kill me because my nipples were showing through the latex, or if he wanted to kill me because I lied about promising to wear a bulletproof vest and didn't.

Sticking to the plan, he made me follow him to the raised table, where he would sit up in the head. Where the twelve leaders would join him.

And when we reached there and he sat, with a commanding tug, he pulled me on his lap.

Shocked stares.

Nods of approval.

Chuckles of pity.

"Nanami's daughter," a gasp came from somewhere in the crowd. 

Everyone's judgment was coming my way.

I took it all in and welcomed it.

You see, being the bitch, the whore, the bad egg, and all that? 

I thrived on playing that role. 

And it was about time to show it.

—Cutscene—

Rain forgot to tell you how she convinced Suga to follow her plan.

So I'll take it from here.

One week ago

"No fucking way!"

"Way!"

"You know what, I always knew you were threading a little bit too close on the crazy path. Now I'm sure!" Suga's chuckle was deranged.

"Oh, come on. It's the only way!" Rain hit the pause button on Mortal combat.

"Nuh-uh. Nope. No. I'll even bring Snowflake to sign it for you if it helps you get it in your fucking head." He placed the Xbox controller on his side, raising on his feet.

"Min fucking Suga come back and finish this round!" Rain yelled, following him to the kitchen.

"Oh god! Now that you last-named me I'm convinced!" 

"Really?"

"No." He deadpanned. "It's not how I do things."

"Are you talking about Mortal combat or the SokoMob now?" Rain narrowed her eyes at him.

"Rei. No." He repeated intently.

"Why? Why not?!" She heaved. "What's the worst that can happen? They can fear you and respect you?" She crossed her arms.

Suga opened the fridge.

Rain closed it intently.

Then she looked around. Relieved she confirmed they are alone.

"It's the only way." She spoke softly.

Suga didn't reply.

"You said it yourself. The only one they ever feared was Nanami. Well, we're gonna give them something worse."

Suga tilted his head.

Rain's eyes went big. "What? Are you considering it?"

"Nanami never told me that you hit your head when you were a baby."

"Suga! I'm serious!"

"Then explain to me why you still cannot process that you can't give ME orders."

"It's not an order! It's a plan!" Rain squealed.

"It's manipulation! it's the same!" Suga mimicked her voice.

"What the fuck are you two yelling for at 6 am?!" V stood at the door, his face a mixture of confused, amused, and pissed at the same time, wearing his blanket like a cape.

"Suga is whining because he is losing at mortal combat," Rain replied.

"No, I am not!"

"Whatever man. Just let her win so we can all sleep," V murmured turning back to his room.

"I am not losing! She can't beat me at mortal combat!"

"Yeah, yeah..." V yawned.

Rain was grinning and Suga wanted to throttle her.

"Tell you what. We play one more round. Fair and square. If I win, we will do my plan. If you win, we will do whatever you want."

"So you're proposing we base our entire lives and future on a Mortal combat match," Suga deadpanned. And now was sure that Rain was deranged. 

"Yeah!"

You probably got the gist of whose idea this whole plan was.

And why Suga wanted to change it and had regrets last minute. 

 
And of course, who won that mortal combat match.

Kitana won.

Flawless victory.

—End of cutscene—

The musicians reluctantly picked off from the part they had stopped, resuming some air in the cutthroat silence.

Suga's hand run down my exposed thigh, in long slow strokes. It felt like he was saying sorry you have to go through this. 

But it looked exactly what I wanted.

Like I was his pet.

That was my plan.

The Oyabun getting it on with the daughter of his former Oyabun.

First of all, Oyanception.

Secondly, it had more juice than Suga's fridge. (His words, not mine)

Thirdly it served as the most major degrading effect, in the best way possible.
Nothing could say "bide Nanami and all her legacy farewell," than the live form of said legacy, openly submitting to Suga.

If I, Ryiuzaki Rain the only child of Nanami, that was the most feared and respected Oyabun of all time was surrendering my whole inheritance and legacy to Suga, then no one could take it from him.

Privileged, respected, and feared above all. A legend in the making. Reminding those leaders, that the Min legacy won't be lost again. 
His father had failed to keep it from my mother. 
But Suga? he would prevail. 

Plus, Suga was afraid that if the leaders got the insight that I was valuable to him, I'd be the golden ransom for them, to take away and play and make him lose his mind or simply give up everything to take me back.

I was a liability.

A living, breathing weakness.

My plan though, purposefully showed that I am nothing more than a collected debt, a retaliation, and quite frankly, pretty decent arm candy.

I served the purpose to rub on their noses that Suga overthrew Nanami's legacy.

He tugged me back, to whisper in my ear. "Don't let it mess with your head." However, everyone heard him.

"What?"

"That everyone seems to have a deathwish tonight. Look at them. Thinking what would they give so they could fuck you." His voice dripped the kind of power of a force you shouldn't cross.

Damn, oyadaddy was now freestyling on a new level of improv. Well, I can't blame him, I was indeed a whole meal.

I completed his image. Even the hoe on his lap would be the one everyone would want but can't have.

His hand slid higher up my thigh, showing off ownership. I'm not sure if that was entirely for show either. Because the table was in front of us and no one could have seen that move. 

I guess he decided that if he is gonna play, he is gonna play dirty. And if he is gonna do it, he was gonna do it his way.

So I leaned back, pressed closely against him, smirking amused at anyone who dared to look at me, as the twelve leaders came to sit on the table.

The first greetings came from a leader called Jiyong Kwon. His clan operated in Busan.
From Regional leaders 101 with RM, I learned that Jiyong was supposed to be the new hot-shot shit there, taking after his father who died three years ago. Jiyong's worth was somewhere up to 3 billion dollars, mainly because he inherited his family's car manufacturing business. Which of course they used to smuggle and sell weapons, mainly to our northern neighbor, Russia.

Suga gave Jiyong a slow nod that told him he remembered him. Jiyong didn't hide that he acknowledged me as well. I guess a curt nod of his head was enough to greet me without offending the host.

The next leader that started a dialogue with Suga was a fifty-something mob boss from Gwangju that congratulated him for his newly acquired position. He raised a glass of wine in a toast, every other leader following as well.

I guess the part where they throw knives hasn't come yet.

"I assume this," another leader, made a general circle in my direction, "is a statement."

"Everything I do is a statement," Suga smirked. With that, he brushed the fingertips of his free hand over the tattoo on my chest, the snake, and the apple. A not so subtle reminder of whom I belonged to, sending a shockwave through my body. Again, I wasn't sure if that was for show either.

And another leader said with a demeaning side look, "I had heard the rumors... Didn't quite believe it until now," and lit a cigar after cutting the tip of it. 

I didn't miss how Suga tensed under me. 

He drew me closer to him by the waist, making a jolt of heat travel down my body, as he smiled and kept the conversation civil.

A took a look around, noticing not far away, RM and Chin-Hae throwing professional murderous glares at each other, and further back V with JB talking over whiskeys. Jin was also close, scanning the whole room with his eyes. J-hope was at the entrance, noticing everyone that came and go into the hall, him and Jimin keeping a good eye on the guest clan members. Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.

"So, it's true," a forty-year-old leader, Hanju, brought the conversation to what everyone was thinking but none had dared to directly point out. "The Ryiuzaki clan has fallen to... servants," he chuckled. "That's an interesting turn of the tables," lazily, he looked at Chin-Hae then. "Looks like your son had managed what you had been failing to accomplice for so many years." His taunting grin was pure disgust. He had managed to offend me, Nanami, and Chin-Hae with just one sentence. 

Suga had tensed under me again, yet his posture was calm as fuck. Probably thinking of ways to maul the guy without starting a civil war just five minutes after the start of this Sokomob.

The only thing that had changed was that his lazy strokes on my thighs had become more intense. As if he could somehow say I'm just doing something with my hands because I'm itching to kill them all.

"I don't care. Don't let them mess with your head," I whispered to him, leaning back to his neck.

But Suga wasn't like me. Suga cared what others thought of me. He cared if they disrespected me. His fingers dug through my skin as he was trying to contain his anger. 

"Look at me," I urged when a few of them were talking, stealing the opportunity when they weren't paying attention to us. 

And he did. I shifted and he turned, repositioning me on his lap. "Don't jeopardize this," I whispered intensely, making sure I was smiling innocently. "This is a mission. If we play our part right, then we get to go home without being bothered ever again." If that wasn't good enough to set his priorities straight, I don't know what would. 

"I know!" He hissed at me, faking a grin.

"Then stop looking like you want to murder everyone!"

"Why? We want them to fear me!" 

I opened my mouth to protest but realized he was right. 

"Fine!" I hissed, acutely aware of how tight his fingers were on my thighs. The subtle smirk on his face as he relaxed them and kept stoking my skin, slowly going under my dress and toward my inner thighs was definitely not for show. It was just for me to know. Or maybe a way to distract himself, grounding his thoughts with touch. 

"I wouldn't be so sure." Jiyong Kwon, the bane of this meeting apparently, was wearing a secretive smile. "Miss Ryiuzaki looks like she could tame all dozen of us before breakfast," His grin was pure malice. There was something I didn't like about him. He looked at me as if he could see right through my facade. I could take a wild guess that he was the one that had proposed the idea of this SoKoMob. 

However, I almost laughed as the rest asserted me, letting them assume what I would do if provoked. What made this even better, was that the rumors of the massacre in the Ryiuzaki headquarters had spread. How I killed almost everyone from my own clan and ended up wanted. Then they did the math, assuming Suga's lethality to have someone like me purring on his lap.

"You should see then how I make her beg," Suga smirked and bit his lip, dragging his fingers upward my inner thigh to spite me, and I jolted because I didn't expect it, and my nostrils flared because I wanted to fuck him and kill him in that second. He always had to deliver everything in a deadpan manner, a touch of irony to remind everyone that he is better than them. Jiyong's face now seemed disinterested because he probably couldn't think of a comeback.

 Let's see, will anyone notice if I grab Suga's balls under the table and tear them off?

I shoved the idea out of the window because his hand continued playing back and forth, and if he moved it centimeters, or if I moved at all, he was going to see how unexpectedly excited I was getting. 

"Care to explain," he said to the nape of my neck, blowing my skin with his breath, "where exactly is that bulletproof vest you promised to wear? Because you look like you forgot it in your drawer along with your underwear." Fuck.

"Oops. I must have forgotten," I grinned, picking a cherry tomato from a platter in front of us and popping it in my mouth. His text messages from last night appeared in a mental image in my head.  "Why, would you punish me per se?" 

He went completely still. But I felt him hard pushing against my behind. I guess I wasn't the only one that was getting unexpectedly excited.

And every fucking little hair on my body rose as he whispered, no, ordered, "Stay. Fucking. Still."

Heat flooded me and I instantly became acutely aware of our surroundings.
His intense touch. The access he had on me under the table. The adrenaline. The crowd. The danger. 

His other hand that was in my front, tracing my collarbones, and my neck, lowered, and he spread it over my stomach. The other one made idle circles with his fingers on my inner thigh. I wanted to arch even closer to him, drunk with the sensation. But I had to stay fucking still.

I was so turned on. Relinquishing control drove me crazy. And he knew it well. It was rare when someone overpowered me, and Suga had quickly figured out something:

It made me feel alive.

Verbal foreplay.

The chase.

The hunt.

But most of all?

The part where I surrender.

I was glad that no one spoke to me. That I didn't have to actively participate in the conversation as my whole focus was where he touched me. I pressed my lips, inhaling through my nose.

More. I may have wanted to beg. He continued stroking, slowly, so slowly, teasing me and I was about to come just from the thought of what he was about to do, not caring if the twelve regional leaders and their followers could tell what was happening.

My face was still cool and collected but the shivers running down my spine were unavoidable. I was sure the bastard knew he got to me.

"Tell me what you want," He scrapped his teeth at the spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

I wanted to cry out from the agonizing frustration.
I wanted to get that hand to slip exactly where I wanted it. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him to oblivion. I wanted his head between my legs. And If I survived all that, I wanted him inside me. 

Regardless though, I knew what he was asking, and what he wanted me to say. But it wasn't the right time. After— maybe when the meeting was over, maybe when everyone was shitfaced we could sneak out and I could finally tell him. 

But for now, what I really wanted at that moment would be to fuck me.

Against orders. Against logic. Against the fucking table.

"I want—" the words came out breathless. I had to calm down, to control my voice, before everyone realized that they were on SoKoMob premium 18+. 

"Please," I whispered. His body tensed again behind mine.

"Please, what?"

"Please, fuck—"

My mouth fell open instantly. I didn't get to finish that thought.

I lost time. 

I lost space. 

I probably lost my mind.

He slid his finger into me. An almost silent groan, deep from his throat left him when he felt how wet he was for him, his other hand gently covered my mouth, and I remembered to close it, as he pretended to feed me a strawberry.

I wanted to buck my hips, let my head fully back, panting as he moved his finger in and out so slowly like he had all the fucking time in the world, and I thought I could die. But he had commanded me to stay still. 

So I ground my ass against him and he hissed.

If this is the way I'm gonna be punished, then I can't wait to outrage him. 

Then, because I moved, he slid a second finger and cursed under his breath, as he filled me and I couldn't breathe.

Plunging his fingers deeper and harder.

I didn't care about the meeting or the leaders.

I didn't care what I was and what I pretended to be. The world and the sounds had blurred into nothing around me. And at the same time, I was trying my best to stay alert, to hide my quickening short breaths, to act like I was listening to the conversation that I haven't heard one fucking word of.

I was yielding fully to him. And when he also noticed that everyone's attention was on one other leader,  he kissed my neck, moving his tongue against it, to let me know what he would do with it if it was between my legs.

I was soaked, shamelessly trying to arch my back and grind against more of his hand.

He started saying something, "You have no idea how much I— Fuck, Rei." And stopped when he felt that I couldn't help myself and combusted around his fingers, yet didn't stop nor slowed down until he was sure I had ridden my orgasm all the way to the end. And the second one that came directly right after. 

My climax shook me to the core. Every muscle in my body clenched, I stopped breathing, and I covered my face with both hands, wanting to squirm from the intense pleasure coursing over me.

I definitely don't want to see the state of his pants at this point. I also wanted to reach out for the water in front of me but I was sure my hands were trembling so much I was gonna spill it all over me.

"I wanted to do that every time you were parading around without underwear. Especially when you were trying to order me to go buy you new ones." He whispered against my shoulder. "But most of all, I wanted to do this."

His eyes held mine as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.

On the taste of me.

Flushed red and silently still panting, I took a quick glimpse around. No one had noticed a thing.

But still. It was so forbidden. So dirty. So lewd.

Maybe it was the drinks, the drugs, or the aftermath of the pleasure that he gave me but God, I would die for this man.

And I liked that we had an audience even though they weren't aware of it.

It was hot beyond comparison. Secretly fucking me with his fingers under the table, when everyone else couldn't keep their eyes off of me, claiming me, bringing me to the verge of pure ecstasy and I had to pretend that I hadn't soaked his leg.

 I blinked, drugged and satisfied, reaching for the glass of wine before me because it was closer than the water.

I twisted again, studying his face.

Suga looked still emotionless as a fucking sculpture, oozing power and menace. 

And at that moment I knew, that he wasn't faking it.

He indeed owned everything.

I excused myself a few minutes later, to get cleaned up and calm the fuck down and smoke two cigarettes, and inhale two lines.
Fine, five.

Yeah, yeah, the Jingi was still ongoing and shit, and of course, I pretended I've quit drugs when he was around. 

But what was Suga gonna do? 

Punish me? 

https://youtu.be/yL7IRngzIdk

A/N

1. The URGE I had to put a *grab some holly water* warning at the start of this chapter was immediately put out by my curiosity to see what would happen if you all go through it without knowing what would happen and expecting something completely different. 

2. This song is the perfect mix of sexy and danger. And epicness.  And if we ever make Bloody Waves into a movie this will be the trailer song.

3. If you didn't recognize the iconic name of Ji-Yong Kwon you all going to zoomer jail.

Fine.

It's G-dragon. 

Jiyong Kwon is G-dragon. 

And you should have known I wouldn't be mentioning him if he wasn't important.