Messina Rezzetta, head of the Rezzetta family.
Although she had a relatively pretty appearance, her eyes were eerily evil, suggesting that she had an unusual personality.
She was carefully tending to the gun that was like her own alter ego when she suddenly looked at a photograph.
“I miss Lucas.”
At those words, his aide, Jed, jumped up and tried to dissuade him.
"No. Have you forgotten the incident last time when you secretly visited him, and he stopped coming home for a year?"
"So I didn't go to this observation class. I'm really upset, even though he's my son. Don't you?"
Although Messina's husband was never publicly announced, it was her right-hand man, Jed Taynan. Although older than Messina, Jed treated her with respect and devotion even after their marriage.
“Of course, there are times when I feel sad too.”
Jed personally and carefully poured coffee for Messina, as if to comfort her.
“But please bear with it for a little longer, since he's coming home this weekend.”
Those words immediately lifted Messina's spirits. Jed was a husband who knew how to soothe his wife.
“I wonder how much cuter it will become.”
“He must have grown a lot.”
Jed thought about his son's appearance. At least his eyes resembled his own, making him quite charming. A contented smile played on Jed's lips.
On this peaceful Wednesday morning, someone knocked on the door.
“Boss, may I come in?”
“Come in.”
As soon as Messina's answer fell, one of his men came in.
“What’s going on?”
“His Highness the Crown Prince wishes to see the Boss in person.”
Messina and Jed frowned at the unexpected figure.
“The Crown Prince came here? That’s something.”
Jed asked Messina in a displeased tone.
“Would you like to meet?”
“Well then? He’s come all this way, so we have to meet.”
Messina walked up to the full-length mirror and leisurely stroked her hair.
“I wonder what he came here to say.”
But Jed, who still didn't feel like meeting, asked his subordinate.
“How did you find out the route through which the Crown Prince contacted us?”
“I think there is an introducer.”
“Introducing you...”
Messina patted Jed on the shoulder as if to reassure him.
“You’ll figure it out little by little, so don’t get too serious.”
“Getting involved with the royal family is a headache. Just get rid of them appropriately.”
“Just listen first.”
Messina grinned and crossed to the Crown Prince's room. She was already bored, so something fun seemed about to happen.
As they walked down the hallway, Messina asked his subordinates.
“Did you give the tea to the Crown Prince?”
The subordinate stuttered, taken aback by the question.
“I never gave a tea to a client before, so I didn’t think about it.”
“Hey, but he’s a high-ranking official, so you should have done that much.”
“Then, should I bring it out now?”
"No, that's fine. If you come in mid-stream, it breaks the flow. I hate that kind of thing."
“I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.”
“Yes, go now.”
Messina clicked her tongue in frustration and walked alone to the reception room where the Crown Prince was.
Messina, the only non-noble of the four mafia bosses, was seeing the Crown Prince up close for the first time.
She threw open the living room door, filled with anticipation rather than tension.
“I’m going in~.”
The Crown Prince was sitting off to the side, visible from the open door.
“Oh my god?”
Messina was delighted to see the Crown Prince's face, which was exceptionally handsome, contrary to her imagination.
Lucius raised an eyebrow as he watched Messina enter with a voice full of nasal sounds.
“Are you the boss of the Rezetta family?”
"Yes."
“I didn’t know you were a woman.”
At those words, Messina pouts.
“Are you disappointed because I’m a woman?”
The former boss of the Rezzetta family was also Messina's mother, Sophia.
When Sophia first became the boss of the Rezetta family, she was ridiculed by other organizations for being a mafia with a woman as the boss.
The laughter stopped only after I shot them all dead... but do I still have to take out my gun?
“That’s not true. As long as you do your job well, gender doesn’t matter.”
I decided to give it a try this time.
“By the way, do you know what kind of place this is?”
“Isn’t this a place where they kill people if you give them money?”
“Oh my! That’s right. You came to the right place.”
Messina sat down on the sofa opposite with a captivating smile.
“I’m really curious about the person the royal family would come all the way here to request an assassination.”
At those words, Lucius's eyes changed.
“Everything that happens, including my coming here, must never be revealed to the outside world.”
'It's cute.'
No matter how hard Lucius spoke with his eyes to Messina, he was just like a kitten with its fur standing on end.
“Of course. If you can’t even handle that cleanly, you’re not qualified to work.”
Lucius, reassured by Messina's confident words, handed over a photo.
“Just kill the person in that picture.”
Unlike other bosses, Messina also handled requests directly.
In the past, it was for the purpose of proving one's strength, but now it is for the purpose of entertainment.
“Huh~ I wonder who it is?”
Messina hummed a tune as he received the photo, anticipating the long-awaited death of a big shot.
But her expression hardened abruptly as soon as she saw the subject of the photo.
“...Is he the one who should be killed?”
“Yeah. I heard you can win with money, no matter who it is. Are you not confident?”
Lucius placed a bag full of money on the table.
“I brought the money with me without any regrets.”
“Ha- Ah, this is really...”
No matter how much Messina loved money, she was not particularly interested in that bag of money.
"I'm sorry, but I can't accept this request. There's a rule that says you can't kill the boss of an organization without permission."
Messina hated headaches. More than anything, she didn't want to risk losing something bigger, even money.
Despite Messina's uncooperative attitude, Lucius did not seem at all disappointed.
“But I heard that if there is a good reason to kill the boss of another organization, you can kill him?”
At those words, Messina made a 'Huh?' expression.
“You know quite a bit of information.”
Messina's eyes narrowed. It was clear that another mafia member was involved in this.
'I can't ask you directly.'
Messina pretended not to know and continued talking.
“Well, creating that excuse is also a job...”
“I can help you.”
“How?”
Lucius explained his future plans to Messina with enthusiasm.
After the Crown Prince returned, Messina ordered that water be poured into the bath to cool her head.
“Before that, could you please look over this letter?”
Jed handed over the letter with a complicated expression.
“This is a letter from Starr.”
“Starr? That Killian wouldn’t have written me a letter.”
“Yes... The sender is Mrs. Starr.”
“This is a big deal.”
In some ways, Madame Starr is someone who has less to do with herself than Killian.
“Shall I read what she wrote?”
“Yes, read it to me while I’m in the bath.”
As soon as the water in the bathtub filled up to a certain level, Messina took off her clothes and went into the bath.
Even though they had been married for ten years, Jed was still a very shy man.
He sat on the edge of the tub, trying not to look at Messina's naked body.
“Ahem, then I will read it now.”
"Yes."
- Hello, Mrs. Teynan.
"Mrs. Taynan? It's been a long time since I've heard that title. Isn't it? It's probably the first time I've heard it."
- Or should I call you Rezetta?
“The person who calls will just call it.”
- Come to think of it, I think it would be better to call you Lucas's mother in this letter.
The reason she's writing this letter is that it's about Lucas.
At this point, Messina sat up abruptly.
“Surely Lucas hasn’t already killed someone?”
“Calm down. It’s a more shocking story than that.”
Jed, who had already read the letter, took a deep breath before reading the next line.
- Did you know that our John and Lucas are best friends at the Academy?
Messina's mouth fell open.
“What the hell is this? Isn’t this another Lucas?”
“Please keep your mouth shut and listen while I read more.”
"Yes."
Messina shuddered and immersed herself deeper into the bathtub again.
- Lucas said he wanted to come to Starr with his parents this time.
We are also very excited and looking forward to meeting John's friends and parents.
If you have time this weekend, I'd like to invite you to dinner.
Then I will wait for your reply regarding your attendance.
Emily Starr.
Messina, who had been silent for a long time while Jed finished reading the letter, gave a low chuckle.
“What does all this mean?”
“It’s literally true. We were invited to Starr.”
“And that was also because Lucas asked for it?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Messina closed her eyes tightly.
She thought, 'Isn't it because I'm living a bad life that heaven is screwing me over?'
“Will you accept the invitation?”
“Then you’re not going? Lucas, please?”
Jed looked at Messina's expression and then spoke.
“But isn’t it a good thing Lucas has a friend?”
“Thank goodness?”
Messina glanced at Jed in disbelief.
“Do you know what request I just received from the Crown Prince?”
“Oh, by the way! So what happened with that?”
“You ask so quickly.”
Jed coughed in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry. But what exactly brings him here?”
Messina said with a look of despair on his face.
“Please kill Killian.”
At Messina's words, Jed blinked his large eyes as if his thoughts had stopped.
“Huh? What did you just say...?”
"That boy's uncle, my son's only friend! That bastard must be killed!"
"Yes?!"
Jed's screaming voice echoed through the bathroom.
Although she had a relatively pretty appearance, her eyes were eerily evil, suggesting that she had an unusual personality.
She was carefully tending to the gun that was like her own alter ego when she suddenly looked at a photograph.
“I miss Lucas.”
At those words, his aide, Jed, jumped up and tried to dissuade him.
"No. Have you forgotten the incident last time when you secretly visited him, and he stopped coming home for a year?"
"So I didn't go to this observation class. I'm really upset, even though he's my son. Don't you?"
Although Messina's husband was never publicly announced, it was her right-hand man, Jed Taynan. Although older than Messina, Jed treated her with respect and devotion even after their marriage.
“Of course, there are times when I feel sad too.”
Jed personally and carefully poured coffee for Messina, as if to comfort her.
“But please bear with it for a little longer, since he's coming home this weekend.”
Those words immediately lifted Messina's spirits. Jed was a husband who knew how to soothe his wife.
“I wonder how much cuter it will become.”
“He must have grown a lot.”
Jed thought about his son's appearance. At least his eyes resembled his own, making him quite charming. A contented smile played on Jed's lips.
On this peaceful Wednesday morning, someone knocked on the door.
“Boss, may I come in?”
“Come in.”
As soon as Messina's answer fell, one of his men came in.
“What’s going on?”
“His Highness the Crown Prince wishes to see the Boss in person.”
Messina and Jed frowned at the unexpected figure.
“The Crown Prince came here? That’s something.”
Jed asked Messina in a displeased tone.
“Would you like to meet?”
“Well then? He’s come all this way, so we have to meet.”
Messina walked up to the full-length mirror and leisurely stroked her hair.
“I wonder what he came here to say.”
But Jed, who still didn't feel like meeting, asked his subordinate.
“How did you find out the route through which the Crown Prince contacted us?”
“I think there is an introducer.”
“Introducing you...”
Messina patted Jed on the shoulder as if to reassure him.
“You’ll figure it out little by little, so don’t get too serious.”
“Getting involved with the royal family is a headache. Just get rid of them appropriately.”
“Just listen first.”
Messina grinned and crossed to the Crown Prince's room. She was already bored, so something fun seemed about to happen.
As they walked down the hallway, Messina asked his subordinates.
“Did you give the tea to the Crown Prince?”
The subordinate stuttered, taken aback by the question.
“I never gave a tea to a client before, so I didn’t think about it.”
“Hey, but he’s a high-ranking official, so you should have done that much.”
“Then, should I bring it out now?”
"No, that's fine. If you come in mid-stream, it breaks the flow. I hate that kind of thing."
“I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.”
“Yes, go now.”
Messina clicked her tongue in frustration and walked alone to the reception room where the Crown Prince was.
Messina, the only non-noble of the four mafia bosses, was seeing the Crown Prince up close for the first time.
She threw open the living room door, filled with anticipation rather than tension.
“I’m going in~.”
The Crown Prince was sitting off to the side, visible from the open door.
“Oh my god?”
Messina was delighted to see the Crown Prince's face, which was exceptionally handsome, contrary to her imagination.
Lucius raised an eyebrow as he watched Messina enter with a voice full of nasal sounds.
“Are you the boss of the Rezetta family?”
"Yes."
“I didn’t know you were a woman.”
At those words, Messina pouts.
“Are you disappointed because I’m a woman?”
The former boss of the Rezzetta family was also Messina's mother, Sophia.
When Sophia first became the boss of the Rezetta family, she was ridiculed by other organizations for being a mafia with a woman as the boss.
The laughter stopped only after I shot them all dead... but do I still have to take out my gun?
“That’s not true. As long as you do your job well, gender doesn’t matter.”
I decided to give it a try this time.
“By the way, do you know what kind of place this is?”
“Isn’t this a place where they kill people if you give them money?”
“Oh my! That’s right. You came to the right place.”
Messina sat down on the sofa opposite with a captivating smile.
“I’m really curious about the person the royal family would come all the way here to request an assassination.”
At those words, Lucius's eyes changed.
“Everything that happens, including my coming here, must never be revealed to the outside world.”
'It's cute.'
No matter how hard Lucius spoke with his eyes to Messina, he was just like a kitten with its fur standing on end.
“Of course. If you can’t even handle that cleanly, you’re not qualified to work.”
Lucius, reassured by Messina's confident words, handed over a photo.
“Just kill the person in that picture.”
Unlike other bosses, Messina also handled requests directly.
In the past, it was for the purpose of proving one's strength, but now it is for the purpose of entertainment.
“Huh~ I wonder who it is?”
Messina hummed a tune as he received the photo, anticipating the long-awaited death of a big shot.
But her expression hardened abruptly as soon as she saw the subject of the photo.
“...Is he the one who should be killed?”
“Yeah. I heard you can win with money, no matter who it is. Are you not confident?”
Lucius placed a bag full of money on the table.
“I brought the money with me without any regrets.”
“Ha- Ah, this is really...”
No matter how much Messina loved money, she was not particularly interested in that bag of money.
"I'm sorry, but I can't accept this request. There's a rule that says you can't kill the boss of an organization without permission."
Messina hated headaches. More than anything, she didn't want to risk losing something bigger, even money.
Despite Messina's uncooperative attitude, Lucius did not seem at all disappointed.
“But I heard that if there is a good reason to kill the boss of another organization, you can kill him?”
At those words, Messina made a 'Huh?' expression.
“You know quite a bit of information.”
Messina's eyes narrowed. It was clear that another mafia member was involved in this.
'I can't ask you directly.'
Messina pretended not to know and continued talking.
“Well, creating that excuse is also a job...”
“I can help you.”
“How?”
Lucius explained his future plans to Messina with enthusiasm.
***
After the Crown Prince returned, Messina ordered that water be poured into the bath to cool her head.
“Before that, could you please look over this letter?”
Jed handed over the letter with a complicated expression.
“This is a letter from Starr.”
“Starr? That Killian wouldn’t have written me a letter.”
“Yes... The sender is Mrs. Starr.”
“This is a big deal.”
In some ways, Madame Starr is someone who has less to do with herself than Killian.
“Shall I read what she wrote?”
“Yes, read it to me while I’m in the bath.”
As soon as the water in the bathtub filled up to a certain level, Messina took off her clothes and went into the bath.
Even though they had been married for ten years, Jed was still a very shy man.
He sat on the edge of the tub, trying not to look at Messina's naked body.
“Ahem, then I will read it now.”
"Yes."
- Hello, Mrs. Teynan.
"Mrs. Taynan? It's been a long time since I've heard that title. Isn't it? It's probably the first time I've heard it."
- Or should I call you Rezetta?
“The person who calls will just call it.”
- Come to think of it, I think it would be better to call you Lucas's mother in this letter.
The reason she's writing this letter is that it's about Lucas.
At this point, Messina sat up abruptly.
“Surely Lucas hasn’t already killed someone?”
“Calm down. It’s a more shocking story than that.”
Jed, who had already read the letter, took a deep breath before reading the next line.
- Did you know that our John and Lucas are best friends at the Academy?
Messina's mouth fell open.
“What the hell is this? Isn’t this another Lucas?”
“Please keep your mouth shut and listen while I read more.”
"Yes."
Messina shuddered and immersed herself deeper into the bathtub again.
- Lucas said he wanted to come to Starr with his parents this time.
We are also very excited and looking forward to meeting John's friends and parents.
If you have time this weekend, I'd like to invite you to dinner.
Then I will wait for your reply regarding your attendance.
Emily Starr.
Messina, who had been silent for a long time while Jed finished reading the letter, gave a low chuckle.
“What does all this mean?”
“It’s literally true. We were invited to Starr.”
“And that was also because Lucas asked for it?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Messina closed her eyes tightly.
She thought, 'Isn't it because I'm living a bad life that heaven is screwing me over?'
“Will you accept the invitation?”
“Then you’re not going? Lucas, please?”
Jed looked at Messina's expression and then spoke.
“But isn’t it a good thing Lucas has a friend?”
“Thank goodness?”
Messina glanced at Jed in disbelief.
“Do you know what request I just received from the Crown Prince?”
“Oh, by the way! So what happened with that?”
“You ask so quickly.”
Jed coughed in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry. But what exactly brings him here?”
Messina said with a look of despair on his face.
“Please kill Killian.”
At Messina's words, Jed blinked his large eyes as if his thoughts had stopped.
“Huh? What did you just say...?”
"That boy's uncle, my son's only friend! That bastard must be killed!"
"Yes?!"
Jed's screaming voice echoed through the bathroom.
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