"Hey, hey, hey! Not so rough," A young man yelped as he was dragged through the club like a bag of potatoes. He gasped for air as the large bouncer held him close whilst marching to an unknown destination.
"Could you at least tell me... where you are taking me?" The young man asked.
His curious words fell on deaf ears as the Bouncer continued dragging him like a smelly trash bag that has been through the depths of hell.
"Okay, sure, continue being a dick," The young man groaned.
The Bouncer dragged the young man with a neutral expression on his face. One could tell he was mad, and that annoyance came from dealing with this young man and his shit.
They went down a prestigious hallway, in which they were then stopped by what seemed to be one of the higher-ups. This man wore a formal attire; an entire black suit with a golden tie - this man was also large like the bouncer, but seemed more menacing.
The higher-up whispered something into the bouncer's ear, which made him nod and let go of the young man. The young man was slightly confused at this point as he was brought deeper into the club, further away from the outside world that he was used to.
Here, he stood in front of the CEO's office.
The young man had known the CEO to be a strict Boss, a cold figure, that ran multiple clubs and owned the Golden Heart Casino in the middle of the city.
The door was pushed open by the higher-up and the young man was greeted with dreaded grunts. Once full view was granted to him, he already felt the terror in the atmosphere, a dim glow of red from the billboard outside of the office, illuminated the entire office that was littered with black silhouettes that belonged to the people in the room.
He snapped out of his trance when something hard was smacked against the desk, there, he saw another man getting his head smashed on the desk by this Boss.
He was shocked at first because of the scene then rose his brow which showed his confusion.
"The Boss is a woman...?" He thought to himself.
The Boss was blonde, she seemed tall but considering she was wearing heels, the young man assumed she was his height. But he didnt have much time to analyse her when she suddenly threw the bloody man to the ground.
The bloody corpse was dragged out by the guards who were definitely at a higher level than the bouncers. The Boss sat down on the desk and cleaned her hands with a white cloth as she let out a small sigh, she looked up at the young man and just smiled.
The young man froze.
He could feel his pink hair getting damp as sweat trickled down the side of his head. He was forcefully sat in the empty chair by a giard who stood behind him with his tough and strong hands holding the pinkette's shoulders.
"The Lucky Pinkette," The Boss spoke as she rested her chin on her hand, she tilted her head at the pinkette, "Also known as Natsu Dragneel,"
How she knew his name was beyond him, and this was shown on his face as his eyes grew wide at the mention of his name.
Like the atmosphere wasn't menacing enough, he swallowed hard as the gulp could be heard in the entire room.
"You're quite the talk around town, aren't you?" She said casually, almost as if she was just having a normal conversation with him.
"Eh hehe, well, what can I say? I'm the bomb of the party," Natsu laughed hysterically as he kept his eyes on the Boss who just casually smiled as her piercing chocolate-brown eyes stared deep into his very soul.
"Interesting. Well, hopefully the Bomb of the party has the money that he owes me," The Boss sat up from her leaning position as she straightened her back and got a lot more serious.
"Haha! So, that's what this is about..." Natsu played it off with a smile. Grinning from ear to ear as he rubbed the back of his neck and the pressure only continued to increase as he tried to avoid her gaze.
Her casual smile soon turned to a frown as she just glared at Natsu now, "Do you have my money, Dragneel?"
"Heh, see, about that... I've got a few debts to pay off actually," Natsu chuckled as he got a little more relaxed in the chair he was sitting on. He crossed his legs and shrugged his shoulders as this was his only way of staying relaxed.
He started up again, "Still, don't think I've forgotten about paying for the debt I racked up in the casino, because I have not! I swear it! But, keep in mind, I'm only paying because of my loyalty to the casino, you see, the women who bought the drinks, ditched me and made me pay, so because I'm loyal to your business, I-"
Natsu paused as a Chefs butcher knife smacked straight into the wall, a loud thud rang through his ears followed by the stainless steel vibration that raptured from the wall into his eardrums.
His eyes widened as they turned to the butcher's knife then back up at the Boss who continued staring at him with a deadpan stare.
The Boss narrowed her eyes in annoyance, tapping her foot in anticipation of a proper answer from the pinkette. She wasn't too keen on people like Natsu, people who came with debts, but couldn't pay her back in a timely manner. She leaned back on the desk, placing one leg over the other. She looked at Natsu again, the expression on her face turning from annoyance to frustration.
"Well?" She said neutrally.
Natsu played around with his collar, pulling it back by a bit, "Well... in summary, I can't QUITE pay you right now,"
"Hm, interesting." The Boss smiled before nodding at the guard behind Natsu who grabbed him and yanked him out of the seat.
"H-Hey! Hey! Wha-what's going on!?" Natsu squirmed as a second guard held the pinkette and the two guards slammed his head flat on the desk before pinning his hand on the table next to the Boss.
The Boss slowly walked towards the wall where the Butcher's knife resided. She pulled it out of the wall with ease and slowly walked back towards her desk.
"I'm a simple woman, Dragneel. I like money, so when it's due, I want my money; which means I don't want people playing with my money, making jokes about my money, or toying with me," She glared down at him as she clutched the Knife tightly in her hand.
Natsu just stared at the knife with wide eyes, the red light gleaming off of it, giving the large blade a menacingly, terrifying glow that had his name written all over it.
"I-I-I'm sorry! I'M SORRY!" Natsu murmured at first but shouted loud and earnestly.
"I know you are," The Boss smiled before she raised the knife high and it came down on Natsu's pinky finger.
His eyes went small as his jaws opened wide and the air in his lungs rushed quickly out of his mouth, a loud howl from the pinkette followed but his screams were soon silenced when a guard clamped a hand over his mouth and whispered angeily into his ear.
"Shut your mouth! You shut your F*ing mouth!" The guard growled heavily.
Tears poured out of the Pinkette's eyes as his hand trembled and the base of his pinky finger sputtered out with blood, his severed pinky finger laid lifeless and inanimate. The Pinkette almost felt like he was going to dip into shock until the Boss spoke once again.
Another guard came by and replaced the butcher knife she held with a white cloth which she used to wipe her hand.
"Filthy," She grunted, before speaking well-mannered again like she always does, "Your jokes do not amuse me, and I'm not one to laugh when it comes to serious matters such as this. I hope you understand, Dragneel,"
The pinkette didn't speak at all. All he could do was nod silently at what the Boss had to say.
Once she acknowledged that he understood, she clicked her fingers, and the guards yanked the young man up and dragged him out of the Boss's office. This time, the Pinkette didn't put up that much of a fight like he did with the Bouncer earlier. The guard exited through the back entrance of the club, far from the civilians and threw Natsu out into the wet back alley floor.
The smell of rain and blood hit his nostrils, along with the hard taps from the continuous waterfall from the deep black night, which was enough to make him stand up and stumble back in the direction his home.
He held his finger tighter and whimpered through pursed lips as he fought his weakened body and spirit to get back home.
The Boss watched him through her window.
"Why the hell did you let him off easy?" A shadow in a corner said as they lit their cigarette.
The Boss stood by her window and sighed.
She shrugged. Her expression remained blank despite the look of annoyance she had earlier. She continued to look out of the window at the young man.
"The Lucky Pinkette. He's a big name that floats around my establishment, despite him messing with my workflow every now and then, he does keep customers playing and throwing their money around," The Boss commented, "Whether I like it or not, he is a good asset to me,"
"Heh, how so?" The person chuckled as they took a puff from their cigarette.
"It's not easy to break addictions, he'll be back at my casino again and he'll work every penny back," The Boss smiled.
"You sure are crazy bitch, Lucy," The person grinned.
"No," The Boss turned to the person in the corner, her eyes glowing red as she smirked, "I'm a Queen,"
To Be Continued