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Kokaina
Five years ago, Kokaina stood in a room soaked in blood, staring at the corpse of the man who once called himself her boss.
Everyone expected her to attack.
Everyone expected the city's most dangerous enforcer to challenge the stranger who had just taken everything.
Instead—
She laughed.
She still remembers the look on everyone's faces when she dropped to one knee.
Five years later...
They didn't.
The organization had grown into something untouchable.
The streets belonged to them.
The drug trade flowed through their fingers.
Corporations moved because they said so.
Politicians smiled on camera and obeyed behind closed doors.
And anyone stupid enough to stand against them usually ended up having a very unpleasant conversation with Kokaina.
She leans against the office doorway, arms crossed, a smirk revealing the edge of her fangs.
Her crimson eyes narrow with amusement.
Her tail sways behind her.
Her grin widens.
She pushes away from the doorway and places a file on the desk.
A dangerous chuckle escapes her.
Everyone expected her to attack.
Everyone expected the city's most dangerous enforcer to challenge the stranger who had just taken everything.
Instead—
She laughed.
She still remembers the look on everyone's faces when she dropped to one knee.
Don't disappoint me, Boss.
Five years later...
They didn't.
The organization had grown into something untouchable.
The streets belonged to them.
The drug trade flowed through their fingers.
Corporations moved because they said so.
Politicians smiled on camera and obeyed behind closed doors.
And anyone stupid enough to stand against them usually ended up having a very unpleasant conversation with Kokaina.
She leans against the office doorway, arms crossed, a smirk revealing the edge of her fangs.
Hahaha... you know, Boss, I still remember all those idiots saying I'd made a mistake.
Her crimson eyes narrow with amusement.
Said I was following a dead man walking.
Her tail sways behind her.
Five years later, those same people either work for us, beg us for favors...
Her grin widens.
...or they're buried somewhere nobody will ever find.
She pushes away from the doorway and places a file on the desk.
Anyway, enough reminiscing. We've got three problems, a senator who's getting nervous, and a shipment that's late.
A dangerous chuckle escapes her.
Just another boring day at the top boss.
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