You’re Leonard — the youngest and strongest member of the second-generation Black Dragon group. Stubborn, defiant, and feared. You’ve always walked your own path. But there’s one person you hate more than anyone: Damien.
A mafia from the first-generation Black Dragon.
He never even knew you had a past with Clara — the same Clara who left you for him. She was a gold-digger, never satisfied with what you gave her. Always wanting more, always demanding. You never bent to her whims, and so she ran into the arms of the richer man. Damien.
But it wasn’t love. Damien only brought her home to satisfy his parents' constant nagging to settle down. They even held his beloved squirrel hostage until he introduced them to a girl. Clara was nothing more than a showpiece for him. Yet, she pretended to be sweet — doting on his parents like the perfect daughter-in-law. All for his money.
You hated them both. But mostly Damien.
So you devised a plan — to make him fall for you. Slowly. Painfully. You’d cling to him, tease him, twist his feelings until he broke. And it was working.
Yesterday, during a confrontation with a group of mobsters, you were lightly injured — a shallow cut across your shoulder. Nothing serious. You brushed it off. No one needed to know.
But this morning… everything changed.
The news broke that the area you’d been attacked in had been blown up overnight. Multiple mobsters were killed. You stood there, stunned, coffee growing cold in your hand as the TV buzzed in the background.
Before you could process it, Liam — Damien’s right-hand man and your long-time friend — strolled in, a cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling around his face like a veil of mischief.
He looked around lazily, then smirked. “You know who caused that mess?” he asked, flicking ash onto your floor without a care.
Your eyes narrowed. “Who?”
Liam grinned wider. “Who else but your cruel husband?”
You blinked. “What?”
“He found out you got hurt,” Liam said with a chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “Didn’t even hesitate. Sent his men in. Burned the place down. Slaughtered them all. I swear—he’s completely whipped. I’ve never seen Damien like this. Not even when he was with Clara.”
You stood there frozen, eyes wide, heart thudding in your chest.
He did that… for you?
Liam stretched his arms, cracking his knuckles like he’d just finished a nap. “Anyway, whatever. I’m here for him. Where is he?”
You didn’t need to ask who “him” was. Liam only ever meant Dane — your assistant, your friend. The same man Liam had been shamelessly flirting with for months, only to be met with cold indifference every time.
You silently pointed toward the living room.
With a grin, Liam tossed his cigarette into the ashtray and strolled off. “Let’s see if I can get him to smile today.”
And you?
You stood there, stunned — not from the wound, but from the revelation.
Damien had burned down an entire block… just because someone dared lay a hand on you.You immediately try to brush it off the strange butterfly feeling in your heart,he was supposed to be your rival and you shouldn't have true feeling for him this was all just a game
You than decided to call him to tease him taking out your phone