Undefeated

Warning: This story contains violence, crimes, kidnapping and death as this is a Mafia story, not all of my facts are true and this is completely fictional with parts of it being true, like the group I am writing about, my characters have never existed though. Don't come at me either because you were warned.

People say we have the world in our hands, and we have no issues buying our way to the top; do they really think it's that easy?

The answer is no.

Nothing ever comes that easy and it never will.

~ 13 Years Ago, ~

"Bubba look out!" I told my older brother Dimitri as he pushes me out of the way of a hit and run. He smiled at me and put his hand on my cheek before saying "I love you, sugar bean." I hugged his dead body, crying, he may not have been the only sibling I had but he was my favorite.

He was the oldest. He was forced to protect me and our other brothers.

I took his phone out of his pocket and dialed 112. Marco ran out of the store and his eyes were wide, "Laela, come on sweetheart." His voice was shaking.

I had never heard Marco's voice shake.

No one ever came to help him, no one. I watch my brother die by the hands of my dad's enemy. Not Dimitris, not mine, not Marco's Vittorio's, Lorenzo's or Domenico's our fathers, who has no issue dismissing deaths in our family. I was 5, Dimitri, Marco and I were on an outing, they took me to the park, then for ice cream.

That night, after figuring out my father planned my death not Dimitri's, Vittorio took me, Lorenzo, Domenico, Marco, and fled to South Korea from Italy.

The youngest 5-years-old and the oldest 20-years-old.

Away from our father, away from the well-known Ferraro Family.

Since then, my older brothers vowed to protect me. Even if it costs their lives.

Even if it meant keeping what they knew about that day the real truth a secret.

~ Present Day ~

"Laela!" Lorenzo calls out, I sit up in my bed, rubbing my face. "I'm up, I'm up!" jeez, what does a girl got to do to get some beauty sleep around here?

The answer is Jokop waits for no one. I have to do Iljin or recruitment of juvenile delinquents', sounds great right?

It's not. My line of work has been this exact role since I turned 16, two years, and it genuinely sucks.

I decide to change into something causal; a black turtleneck bodysuit fitted with black dress pants, I put on my black boots and put my hair up into a messy but formal bun, then leave my room to go downstairs.

"Must you all be so loud?" I ask my four annoying older brothers keeping my voice steady and my expression neutral.

"Yes. Yes, we do." Vittorio answers first, with his usual cocky smirk, causing me to scoff slightly. "Just because you're the oldest since Dimitri's death doesn't give you the right to be a cocky bastard Rio." Vittorio raises his hands in surrender.

"My goodness Laela have you woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?" Marco asks me, I glare at him, "As a matter of fact I did. I have to do Iljin today because no one else knows how to do it properly.

"I have to deal with teenage boys who think they are the shit because nothing can touch them."

My brothers look at me and go quiet, Domenico, the quiet one among the four speaks up, "Laela we had no idea."

My body relaxes but my face doesn't, "you guys have no idea how hard it is to do this job." I say my voice steady. "I'll see you tonight, that being if I don't need to call you to help supervise."

I grab my keys and jacket, heading to the garage and get in my Genesis G80 Magma Special.

I drive to the base of where Iljin takes place, right in the middle of Seoul. I park my car in the parking garage and walk into the main building.

I examine the group before saying, "Hey!" My voice cuts through all of the violence and fighting, as 140 teenage boys turn their heads to me. I don't flinch, I don't waver, I stand there, looking at them all with a calculated expression

"You must be Laela," the person who spoke up walks to me and stops just ten feet away, "I am and you must be Seo-Jeong." I look him up and down, then examine the others.

Seo-Jeong speaks again "I am, you're the supposed recruiter? A girl? Why don't you go back to daddy?"

All I can do is let out a scoff, then I smirk, a cold smirk "Just because I am a girl doesn't mean I can't fight. Besides I know all fight dirty." That made his eyes widen before he regained composure, there may have been a flicker of fear in his eyes, I won't let it go unnoticed.

Seo-Jeong looks at me, but I notice his fists are clenched "Are you really looking for a weak spot in my defense? I'd unclench your fists" Seo-Jeongs eyes go wide, "how did you-" I cut him off, "how did I know? Your fists are clenched and your body is tense." I say simply.

Gasps and whispers surround the room.

"Who are you?" Seo-Jeong asks

"Me? No one special, my name is Laela Song" I say easily, "Just a girl part of South Koreas biggest Mafia group."

He looks at me skeptically then drops it "Whatever you say" he says not believing me one bit, I choose to let it slide.

I raise a brow and simply nod, "I knew it wouldn't be that easy for you to believe me." I pull out my phone to call Vittorio, he picks up on the first ring "Hey Lae, what's up?" He says sounding alert.

"Come to my location. I just sent it to you, bring the others you're going to help supervise." I hang up, leaving him no explanation.

Vittorio, Marco, Domenico, and Lorenzo were here in less than 10 minutes, dressed in expensive black custom-tailored suits, I smiled. "Believe me now?" I look at Seo-Jeong, who's eyes were wide.

"You look surprised," I say my voice holding rare amusement. I watch him create distance between me and him, "running won't save you Seo-Jeong, after all they are just here to make sure you don't try anything stupid." My voice full of conviction.

"So come on, show me what you got one by one, everyone pair up, no fighting dirty, no weapons, so if any of you have weapons, such as bats, brass knuckles, knives or guns, give them to one of the guys behind me."

I watch as almost half of the teenage boy's hand their weapons to one of my brothers who put them into a discard pile behind them.

After they finish there are only 70 groups, they all vary from confident to wary. "I hope you didn't choose to fight against a friend." I watch everyone repair.

"Much better." I hear Lorenzo say from behind me, causing me to smirk. "As you all know, you are fighting for a place in Iljin, I will number the groups from 1 to 70. Don't disappoint me because I am itching to fight the winners of each group."

I watch as all of them as their eyes go wide, unsure and confused of how they got in the spot they are now.

I number the groups off. "Group 1 step forward."

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