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It's being quite a while since I have written a new story, so I decided to follow my heart and finally start typing this story that has being in my mind for months now. I hope everyone gets to enjoy it. Please as I always ask of you, leave a review and share me.

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Narcotic

Nar·cot·ic

/närˈkädik/

noun

plural noun: narcotics

a drug or other substance affecting mood or behavior and sold for nonmedical purposes, especially an illegal one.

This world we live today is a constant battle between good and bad. But who really defines which is which? Our everyday world is very similar to the jungle, a place where you have to kill to survive and do what you need to, to stay ahead of the food chain. This ain't no ordinary life. He won't forget when he first met the Swan, don't be fooled by the name, he certainly never thought that the devil could be so beautiful and yet so dangerous.

The color of fire and blood was plastered on every wall, it radiated anger, power, determination, traits that the owner of the mansion also clearly possessed. For some reason every time he would step inside the room he would feel as though the air was being pulled from his lungs, his chest would rise and fall in a rhythm his body wasn't accustomed to and today was no exception. August was not an easy target, he was strong and stubborn, and not easy to scare. His own presence demanded order and he was clearly dangerous, but he did come off as stiff as a stick to those who didn't truly know him. And like August, the woman standing in front of him was quite similar. He would put his money down on the table and bet that she was the coldest yet most passionate woman he had ever met or worked for. She was the queen of all things illegal, her hands never shaken when immorality was involved. No one else scared him more than her.

Swan wasn't just a cold, or immoral, no. She was Queen Pin of her country, she had built her own empire at a very young age. And now at just twenty-eight years of age, Swan already had fame and more money than most wealthy people ever get to touch. It had demanded hard work for years, fearless and heartless decision's, but it was all truly worth it because it had given her power and respect among everyone who knew her. Her most highly addicted thing was her work, she was a workaholic, really.

Her name traveled across Maine, the country, and even the world itself. No one knew where she had exactly come from. It's not like she came from a famous crime family. She was an orphan. Unlike many other orphans, she had turned her destiny around and made something with her life. Maybe not exactly what she should have done, but she still did something. Vile and astute, were words used when describing her. She did her best to keep her record as clean as any other citizen, to tow the line, now and then creeping from the shadows to land a parking ticket. She didn't get down and dirty, instead she hired women and men to do the dirty work for her. She was as sophisticated as a swan. She liked to think of herself as the Ugly Duckling, she had gone from being an unwanted orphan to the most wanted woman of her generation. And even though she was the notorious and instilled fear in anyone who uttered her name, the issue here was… No one knew exactly what she looked like. The Swan had many faces, but she never hers.

Anyone who worked for Swan knew better than to be disloyal to her. The last person who had been disloyal and stupid enough to be working undercovered died, he was burnt at stake, as if he was a witch on trial. She was found of that kind of indoctrination. She wasn't fearful, she committed sins. You were either loyal or dead. Simple as that. No second chances.

August watched as her forehead wrinkled in rage, the muscles of her face twitched with hatred. She left her room, still in her pajamas, screaming at everyone, making a scene. She demanded answers that no one but August could provide her with. She was really pissed. Everyone knew best than to be near her, most vanishing into nearby doorways as she passed them, the others not quick enough, where trapped in a room with her August. August was consumed with a mix of anxiety and worry that were reflected in his sky blue eyes, he was nervously shifting from foot to foot. Awaiting for the range of his boss to be liberated on him. As a nervous habit, he ran his hand over his brown hair,

"Everyone, leave..." People in the room frozen in fear just standing there in silence, the Swan looks as if she was misheard "Are you all deaf? Get the fuck out!" she yelled at everyone clearing the living room.

"Swan, please" August tried to calm her for the sake of everyone else. Wrong move. Swan walked across the room to where he was standing, before he could say something else, Swan lifted up her arm and backhanded August, her hand had left a print on his pale cheek, August didn't flinch,

"Who in the right mind gave you permission to speak? Did I say you could talk?" August stood there in silence. "Well answer me you imbecile!" her hand raising once again,

"No boss,"

"Exactly. That's what I thought." She walked towards the liquor table, she poured two glasses with whiskey, she could care less if it was too early for a drink or not, she handed one to August and drank hers at once. "You better give me a good ass explanation on what is going on what's this whole deal about, and please be fucking clear, you idiot. I'm running out of patience this morning" She sat on her leather couch, legs spread out, arms placed in both arm chairs,

"Yes ma'am" August nodded. "There was an issue with the shipment, when we were loading it into the truck, Loxley's men came out of nowhere and attacked us, we crossed fired and…."August afraid to finish his sentence "We… we lost close to a hundred kilograms of cocaine" Swan sighed, a hand reaching to her blonde locks, pulling them back in frustration, her breathing deepening, words were swallowed with a big gulp. "No one got killed but Graham got shot in his leg and will possibly have to sit out for a while, boss" August was not pleased with the information he had to share with his boss, he knew the replications that would follow this. Crossfire on their own grounds meant war.

Anger and hatred boiled her up. Her pale skin turning from a soft pink into a fluorescent red as if the devil himself showed up. Loxley was stepping on her way once again, she couldn't, she wouldn't allow this! August could feel the tension around them growing deeper as if the house turned into a dark lust of evil, she walked towards the liquor table, she tried to control her anger while fumbling the whiskey and the shot glass, she started slamming and throwing the glasses and bottles; cursing along the way. She couldn't control herself, close to hundred kilograms would cost her, she would have to make deals and own favors, she hated owing anyone anything. Probably one of the best traits she had picked from the system and mentor. After she felt like she was done, she turned around and faced August, grabbing him by the neck,

"Listen to me you stupid idiot this better never happen again. Next time I'll have your fucking balls chopped off and feed them to the dogs along with your head" Emerald orbs cutting deep into sky blue ones. She walked away…

Swan stood in the darkness of her room, she walked towards the balcony and admired the starred sky, she wondered how the fuck she had gotten like that. Painfully memories played on her head. She shook them off, she had no time for sentimentalities. She had issues to fix before they gotten out of hand. Loxley would pay very hard for his acts. She walked into her room and grabbed the phone.

"Tell Graham he has a week to be back at work. Tell him to get Fire Agate Eye operation going as soon as possible," She sighed, "And August.."

"Yes?"

"Don't you fuck it up." She hangs up the phone and got back inside. Her temples were pulsing. She could feel a migraine coming her way. She closed the doors and the curtains of the balcony, her room turning into pitch black. She laid down.

For Robin, the events of every morning were with the woman he was sleeping with were amusing. Ensnared by a beautiful brunette who innocently continued with her morning routine of cleansing. He shamelessly stared at her. If Robin was honest there was something mysterious about the woman, something he couldn't put a name onto it. Some days he wasn't sure their relationship was going anywhere as if he was in a plateau state of love or if it was love. Not that he didn't want it, he was handsome, brown hair, fair skin, but his face always lacked expression, emotions just a blank stare of pure...nothingness only an entity, something illusory. Not that mattered, he could get anyone he wanted. Right now though? Right now he wanted the woman taking a shower, she was slowly stroking the sponge against her glistening skin, Regina continued her laborious work until she accidentally dropped the sponge. When she bent down to pick it up and finish her work, she noticed the door cracked open and Robin staring shamelessly at her,

"Seriously? Can I not get at least five minutes of privacy?" She was annoyed, he always did this, sneak around her and watch her do things,

"Who would want to keep their eyes away from you?" Regina was a goddess. A walking goddess with tan olive skin, toned body, deep pools of dark chocolate, black locks that fell perfectly together just above her shoulders. And an almost perfectly placed scared on her top lip. Regina was effortlessly gorgeous, she carried herself around with poise and elegance that always draw attention to her.

"I would much appreciate if I could finish showering in peace." He didn't move, "Alone!"

"I'll be in my office if you need anything, my lady. I have business calls to make."

For a few moments Regina didn't move or make a sound, she just stood under the shower head, allowing the cold water hit her mane of black locks. When she was completely done getting ready, she went for a stroll around Robin's house, her destination? His office of course. Midway to her final destination, she heard him scream. Something was wrong, he was upset,

"You're telling me you only stole ninety kilograms?" she heard glass crashing against something.

"You stupid retards! You are on whole another level of stupid! I give you one simple job and you can't even do as told. Do I have to do everything myself? Yeah, yeah you're goddamn right you better fix it." Regina was pretty sure Robin had broken the phone when he kept hitting his desk over and over again with it. Men, she thought, they love to act grown, but when something doesn't go their way they act just like children. Silence followed. She dared to walk to the open door.

"Is everything okay?" she didn't move past the door. Regina held her breath as she watched Robin compose what she could only identify as a range.

"Yeah, but nothing I can't take care of later on. Now care to join me for lunch, my lady?"

Regina wasn't having it, she knew there was more to his tantrum, she just couldn't bring herself to ask right now. She would wait for the right moment. "Of course." She would ask during lunch. She needed to know.

It was exactly one week after when Graham came bursting into her office, "We got you a present boss," a grind on his face allowed Swan know that it was done.

Swan laughed back, she stood up quickly and made her way to her window, she saw the body being carried inside. "Bring my present to the playground," She jumped with excitement, sometimes Graham wondered what had made her so tough…

"You got it," he said grinding again. Swan looked at Graham's eyes, he was her most trusted ally, if someone was to done the dirty job, he was the man to go. That's why she was pleased to know he had executed her orders without much asking. If Swan was somewhere near-sentimental and completely honest, he was like a brother to her. Rest of them, however, were brainless, loyal to the money and scared shitless if you looked at them sideways.

"You will be very well rewarded. You and August of course," she walked past him. She had to get ready, her present was home and she couldn't wait to play with it. The time had come. Her plans needed to start moving up. If Loxley wanted to play, she would show him who the master was. Swan let an exonerating laugh out as she walked down the hall. She wished she had planted a camera at Loxley's place, just so she could see his face at this very second. To know, his precious woman had been taken away from him, not knowing her whereabouts nor what exactly would happen to her. She was enjoying this. Sweet revenge she thought to herself. Yeah, Swan had created a master plan. For weeks now, she had misled, she had mounted a whole act.

And now she had the last piece to her game. The slut.

Swan stood tall and strong as the doors of the playground as they were opened for her. The woman was sitting in her favorite red velvet sofa, that was perfectly placed in the middle of the room. Allowing a perfect view of the chimney. The woman trying to remain calm, to not do anything she would later regret, she was so confused as to what was happening, why was she here? Who was this person who so abruptly had kidnapped her? Why was she sitting in the middle of someone's living room?. The woman glanced over her shoulder when she heard the doors open, she was met with a blonde standing behind her. By the simple looks, the other woman looks like any other person would. Toned, blonde, attractive even, if the situation was different. That's all she could see from where she was sitting down. She couldn't really figure her facial features. What is this all about?

"What the hell is going on?" She was done waiting, she needed answers. Her question got ignored; Regina tried to stand up, just to immediately being at gunpoint by two men, she stared back at the stranger in front of her, "Lower the guns, she can't hurt me," Swan told her men, as she gestured with her hand to put the guns down. The woman looked back at the men, then again to the blonde,

"Who the hell are you?" Everyone laugh in the room, Swan shot them glares, how dare they laugh without permission?

"Swan," She stretched her hand so that the woman could shake it, "Emma Swan," when she saw that the woman didn't take it, she reached out for hers, "Seems like someone has forgotten their manners," she chuckled. Abruptly moved her hand away,

"I do remember, I simply don't have respect for someone like you." A blank expression on her face.

Emma walked around the woman, studying every feature of her. "So you are Regina, the woman Loxley has being fucking around," Choosing to ignore the brunette's reaction, she turned to face the men, "Tell me, Graham, do you think she's pretty?" Emma came to a complete stop as she gently ran her hand down Regina's cheek, her eyes daring Graham to answer,

"She's alright Boss, not my type" Graham answered, earning a laugh from the rest of the guys.

"Not going to lie Loxley has a good eye," She stared a little more, the brunette tried to turn away from her but Emma's hand slid across her jaw, catching her chin. "I can see why he wanted you, but I've seen better before" Both Emma and Graham chuckled. Regina trembled under her hold. The whole situation was uncomfortable for Regina, she removed her face from Emma's reach as she did a frown to her. What on Earth could this woman want with her?

"I think so too" Graham answered. Emma was enjoying this, teasing, torturing her mentally. Mind games were one of Swan's favorite things to do with prisoners. Why would Regina be any different than the rest? After all what Emma really wanted was revenge. Loxley had taken something of hers, so she had returned the favor. Until he had publicly embarrassed himself and gave her what was hers back, she would enjoy her little revenge with the beautiful brunette she had in front of her,

"Do you know why you are here?" Regina shook her head, no.

"You are here Regina, because of Robin Loxley."

"I don't understand." Regina frowned. Emma continued to calmly stand in front of Regina, without notice, she slapped her across the face; she came closer, so close that Regina was forced to look up to her, forgetting the sting of her burning cheek, "Do not lie to me Regina, you're not going to like what happens next, if you do"

"What do you want from me?" came out next from the brunette.

"I want two things, but the most important one is revenge." Emma held back a smirk, she decided they would continue their talk later, "August, take our guest to her room,"

August quickly took a grip of Regina's arm, pulling her up, as they started to walk to the door, Emma called out, "See you during dinner, gorgeous" she ironically winked, Emma turned around to Graham, "make sure she doesn't escape. Your job is to watch her like flies around a pile of shit, understood?"

"What boss wants, is what boss gets" he left her in the room alone. Emma walked the fireplace, she started off to the house down the hill, she needed to plan her next move, she needed to calculate each and every step, whatever she did next would define her game. It was all or nothing. She had to bring it on.