Irene walked through the crowd a few days later, a cap low, and a steel case in her grasp, she avoided any contact with those around her, a black face mask and goggles hiding her features from the world. She turned into an alley, walking through doors that lay hidden to the world's speculating eyes. She opened the case taking out the guns she had hidden pocketing them before removing her sunglasses. She looked around approaching the men who sat further up. "The information." She spoke, the raspy side of her voice coming through. She saw the smirk he gave her instantly knowing he wasn't going to make this easy. He pushed the file towards her. "Now Ms you know as well as I do that this black market information comes at a price." Irene looked at him dead in the eye, the smirk she wore concealed by the mask. She remained silent, it's what she usually did in instances such as these. Make them think they had her right where they wanted her before changing the game completely into her favour before they could even blink. Irene chuckled as the man continued to gloat,naming unrealistic prices until finally he came up in front of her face, his hands moving to her hair and twirling it in his finger with a sadistic smile. Irene looked up at him, 'Show time.' Her mind called out looking towards where the file lay, a number of men surrounding her and it. She instantly grabbed the mans wrist displacing it within seconds before kicking him back into two other men. One came swinging a bat at her which she easily dodged within seconds, he swung back, Irene catching it within her gloved hand before kicking him where it hurt and spinning to jab her elbow into his face. She moved back as a man swung violently at her, the knife cutting the air with such precision that it could be heard, she backed away, another one holding her from the back, trapping her. She looked over to the boss who stood spitting out blood to the floor, waiting. Irene swung her legs out flipping the man who held her towards the one with the knife, another coming to rest on her throat. She rolled her eyes taking his arm and grabbing his wrist placing it back single handedly forcing him to drop the weapon straight into her hand. She quickly and sharply shoved the knife into his gut, the mans eyes widening as she watched him stagger back. This was the part she always hated. She ripped the knife out running towards the counter which she jumped onto slightly to boost her onto the next man, the knife connecting to his throat, the blood splattering on her. She ditched the knife taking out a gun and firing with ease the other four men falling instantly. Irene placed the gun in her waist band at the back looking towards the boss who held his hands up. She grabbed the file, the man placing his hands on the file. Irene's gaze shot up to his. "Do you really want to go there?" She questioned her voice sharp like the knife she had stabbed into her other victims. The man stood relentless in front of her. She admired that trait. The right to stand in front of what you believed in and to protect it until your ending breath. Yet she needed the file. She needed to know what the government was planning next so she could intercept. She looked at him as he stood unmoving from his position, outwardly challenging her. She looked at him. "I'm sorry." She whispered, taking his neck and snapping it. The man crumpled to the floor. Irene staring at the body for a split second before turning to take the file out of his grasp. She looked back at the destruction she had caused heaving a deep sigh before walking out.

She stripped out of the black clothes she wore, letting her hair loose and raking her fingers through it. She placed a blazer on top of the white t shirt she had just tucked into a skirt that had a similar print before ditching the face mask and placing the sunglasses back on. She grabbed the equipment she had used slamming it into the steel case she had walked in with before placing the clothes into a plastic bag. She looked at the door that she had walked out off, where her victims lay dead. Unmoving. She could never fathom as to why people liked to play it the hard way. They knew her, they knew her reputation and yet they still pushed her. She stood up from her crouched position picking up the stuff she had just used, before picking up a can she had previously placed in there. She returned to the room dowsing it in gasoline before taking out a match stick to set it alight. She stood at the door watching the bodies and building burn before turning to close the door. She walked further out taking the plastic bag before chucking it into a canister allowing the flames to consume it. She turned back around leaving before taking off the shoe gloves she had worn  to ensure that her footprints were not left anywhere.

Walking back into the hues of the daylight Irene opened her car boot swapping the steal case for her Fendi handbag. She slung the strap around her arm looking around at the busy people who roamed the streets. Slamming the boot shut she gazed at the time through her watch, sighing slightly. She phoned up Wendy. "I got the information." "Great. How many caught in the crossfire?" Irene tensed as she tucked the file into her arm. "Ten. Maybe. I lost count." "Rene-" "I hate this wends." She momentarily closed her eyes before opening them and continuing walking. "I know you do Rene but remember why we are doing this.." "what's the difference between us and them wends, we kill they kill, we cover things up so do they." "Rene snap out of it. We have spent five nearly six years working at this, we have lost so much because of these people. The difference between us and them is that we are doing it for a larger cause. Imagine the amount of lives we will save once we destroy the government once and for all. They use people like puppets Rene that's the difference between us and them." Irene looked up. "Your right Wends I'm sorry I just-" "it's fine, you always get like this when you kill, but your a leader, a mafia queen. You are born to lead, and that's what you have been doing. Don't start doubting yourself now, not when we have come this far." Irene looked up slightly. "Your right." "I know I am thats why I'm your second in command." Irene chuckled,
"Modest too." "Hah I'm doing my hair flick right now. Are you coming into the office?" "Maybe later, I need to catch my breath for a bit and plus one of the clients we dealt with in relation to Suho wants to meet." "Can we not just kill this bat shit of a man." "He's got government information wends, as much as he pisses me off we need him." She heard Wendy sigh. "Ok cool let us know how it goes." "Will do see you." "Bye Rene."

She hung up the next second pocketing her phone whilst looking into the cafe that her feet had carried her too. She let herself walk in, small amounts of people scattered around the shop. She smiled, the atmosphere was exactly what she needed, she took a seat in a chair by the window, her hands opening the file that she literally had to kill for. Her eyes widening as she looked through it. She was handed the tea latte that she had ordered as she had entered ; her eyes wandering to soak in the serene feeling she was presented with. She looked at the file, her smile instantly dropping, the information she had wanted turning out to be another disappointment. It had too many loopholes in it. She heard the tapping of a mic. "Hello. We have a wonderful singer gracing us with his presence today, please give him a lot of love." Irene looked around at the people who applauded for the mysterious person her eyes hadn't had the privilege in meeting yet, her head moved trying to catch a glimpse yet the man had his back to her. She looked on Intrigued. Her ears greeted with a husky yet raspy voice that her mind registered as one she had heard before.

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Devil in a black dress
They must've kicked you out of the heaven

Her heart and mind was instantly enslaved, her eyes now seemingly begging for a glimpse of this man.

I wish I knew you were an actress
I fell in love with your impression
'Cause now I'm staring down a barrel
You got my life in your hands now
You wanna hit me with an arrow
Six seconds till' it's man down

She felt herself focus on the words, lyrically it was beautiful the soft undertones registering with her heart as her head fell to the side to watch him.

Locked and loaded finding your target
You marked it
I'm the one you've chosen to hit
I'm your victim
Finger on the trigger
I know it's too late to be saved
Bullet to the heart
Bullet to the heart

He seemed to understand her hearts yearning from afar, his form turning to her. Her eyes widening as it met those of the hazel eyes that had been haunting her. Jackson Wang. She smiled.

I fell for a stranger
With one in the chamber
Who left me for dead and with a scar on my heart
Bullet to the heart
Bullet to the heart

He seemed to have noticed her, his eyes locking to hers and holding her captive with a smile that was swoon worthy. She felt her heart skip a treacherous beat. Something it had never done in the presence of any other man.

Oh, you're so reckless
Leaving me breathless
You go to my head and leave me alone in the dark
Bullet to the heart
Bullet to the heart
Bullet to the heart

His voice was divine. She felt her eyes close softly as he looked at her his own smile widening as his eyes closed hoping to join her in her self made peace.

Elegant assassin
You spin me around like a revolver

Her eyes flashed open. That was what she was. Her eyes ghosted to the file that lay in front of her before returning to his.

A dozen roses on my casket
I thought we'd end up at the altar
But now you got me going under
Blowin' kisses to my tombstone
You already found another
Wish I could tell him all that I know (tell him all I know)
Locked and loaded finding your target
You marked it

She continued to watch him, her mind focusing on the duplicity of the lyrics. They were beautiful but they left her heart restless. But the look he gave her was something that unsettled her more. There was something about him. Something that unnerved her. Something that wasn't quite right.

I'm the one you've chosen to hit
I'm your victim
Finger on the trigger
I know it's too late to be saved

Her mind wandered back to their brief conversation the other day. The last thing she wanted was for him to become her victim. He seemed too pure. His heart too bright for her deadly touch.

Bullet to the heart
Bullet to the heart
I fell for a stranger
With one in the chamber
Who left me for dead and with a scar on my heart

She looked down avoiding his gaze.

Bullet to the heart
Bullet to the heart
Oh, your so reckless
Leaving me breathless
You go to my head and leave me alone in the dark

Her mind focused on his voice. It was peaceful, it stilled the anxiety her heart was tormented with. She snuck a look up. His eyes already waiting for hers.

Bullet to the heart
Bullet to the heart
Bullet to the heart

He finished the song with his eyes closing, before applause surrounded them. Irene looked away busying herself with the things around her praying he would walk away rather then approach her yet he didn't seem to notice or care about her apparent displeasure. He smiled at her, seating himself opposite her. "Ms Irene..." he called, her heart bursting at the way he spoke her name into existence. She passed him an uneasy look before nodding in acknowledgment to his presence. "Seems like fate to me..." he started trailing off as he watched her look at him, his eyes falling to the file in front of her. She quickly closed it moving to shove it in her bag. "Mr Wang." She spoke, her voice angelic as she tried to divert his attention. "Didn't take you for a singer. Must say I'm impressed." She smiled at him as he returned it leaning back slightly. "What did you take me for then Ms?" She smirked slightly. "I was still trying to figure it out. I was wondering if your lyrics would help.." "And did they?" "Not really...but they helped me decipher your character." He raised his perfectly shaped eye brow. "Really? Usually people think that's a love song." Irene chuckled sipping on her tea. "Well they are wrong." "Really? And what do you think it's about Ms Bae." Irene's gaze lowered slightly before boldly meeting his. "Depression. How you can become attached to things that aren't good for you. Your passions? And how that controls you." Jackson's eyes widened. "Your the first to get it." He said. Irene smiled. "Or maybe it's because I've been through a similar thing. That's the beauty about music, people connect to it differently based upon their personal experiences." Jackson watched her carefully, the way her eyes hung low, sad almost. She hid the crack in demeanour very quickly making him question if what he saw was really real. "Anyway how about I buy you a coffee or something as a proper thanks for saving my life." Jackson smirked, "I told you what I wanted." She looked at him confused. "A date." He watched as her head fell back with laughter. "You don't know me." she said. He chuckled before pinning her with his gaze. "I can know you with just asking one simple question." She looked at him amused "go on then shoot your shot." He smirked slightly. "What would you be if you could be anything in the world?" She looked at him intrigued by his question contemplating for a second. "Anything?" He nodded. "Human." she responded looking down, his eyes softened at her answer and her now fallen expression. "Well then what are you?" He spoke trying to play it off into a joke, she looked back up at him. "A monster." she responded. He watched as she shuffled uncomfortably under his gaze, her phone ringing, breaking the two out of the silence. He watched Irene bring the device to her ear, a stern look carved into her features as she looked at the clock. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes, you best not be pulling any stunts." He watched as she rolled her eyes, before hanging up mid way. She picked up her bag standing, Jackson following suit. "I need to go. It was nice to see you again. My offer still stands."  She spoke before turning. "Does that mean I get a date?" He questioned. Irene turned back to him. "Maybe if fate decides to play its luck for the third time." She winked at him. "Till next time Mr Wang."  He watched as she rushed out, her heeled boots slapping against the floor as he watched her from the glass window. He smiled slightly. This Mafia Queen was something else. She was more human than she gave herself credit for. Unlike the others he had been entangled with, she had a heart. It was faint. But it existed.

TBC

Authors note:
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