Two Marriage Contracts

  Gunshots echoed several times from one of the underground parking spaces. Many car windows cracked, even broken. There are many holes with bullets in the walls. Pools of fresh blood emit a fishy smell on the concrete floor. The chaos rolled into one in the dark, damp underground parking lot.   The only sound that broke the silence after the end of the gunfire was the dripping of water from the air conditioner's leaking hose. In ragged jeans—torn in the knees and thighs- Aaron stood in one corner of the parking lot. His white T-shirt was overlaid with a knee-length black heavy coat. His right hand was raised to ear level with a black gun clasped. His chest heaved up and down as he gasped for air.   In front of Aaron was another man lying lifeless in an expensive black suit. Blood was seeping from his white shirt. His chest was hollow from the hot lead. On the other hand, there are also many men with the same condition. They staggered onto the cold cement floor from the final shot to the heart.   "Hah!" sighed Aaron, standing with a gun in hand.   Aaron glanced over his shoulder. A girl stood behind him silently. The girl just stood there like a fool with her body shaking violently. The girl saw everything happening—the gunfire and the pool of blood.   Aaron turned to face the girl.   The girl narrowed her eyes and lips. Her mind forced her to run from there. However, her body denied it because she was so afraid. She was shaking so much that she couldn't move. The girl's eyes met Aaron's.   Aaron wears a half-face red mask. On the cover, a pair of white fangs adorn the lips.   "Alright, my bullets are almost out too." Aaron's voice echoed. "How about we have a truce?" Aaron coaxed gently as he fiddled with the gun and twirled it on his index finger.   Stupidly, the girl reached into the bag she was carrying on her shoulder to get something. The girl's movements made Aaron suspicious. He smirked. Aaron threw his gun and ran at the girl.   "I will die!" thought the girl. "Why didn't I just run? Why am I even standing here? What should I do?"   Aaron ran fast at the girl he thought would take a gun from her bag. "You… Amateur!"   Aaron managed to reach the girl and grabbed her right wrist. The girl rebelled and tried to escape. Even though she was scared, there was no scream at all from her mouth.   Bruck! Something fell from the girl's hand.   "Purse?" Aaron tilted his head. "Are you kidding me?" he hissed.   Aaron smirked and strangled the girl. He dropped the girl onto the concrete floor, pinning her down. Aaron's masked face drew closer to the girl's expressionless face. "You're not afraid to die, Miss?"   Aaron picked up the wallet and checked its contents. "Oh, it's mine! Have you seen it? Unfortunately, this is just a fake identity." Aaron just tossed his wallet away.   Aaron looked at the girl's face in astonishment. "Your face looks strange. Are you the new slut here? I should have known every hitman, thug, security guard, even a little b***h like you here. Are you a newcomer? This dangerous job is not a good choice. Your parents will be worried about you, right?"   The girl glared at Aaron sharply. She got annoyed, but her face remained flat. She came here because she was forced to pay for her grandfather's surgery. She didn't want to do it either. She didn't expect that finding the wallet and trying to hand it over to the owner would put her in danger.   "Okay, last question, what's your name?"   Click. Aaron took out his cell phone and took a picture of the flat-faced girl he was sitting on. "You're hot too!"   "Hah?" surprised the girl inwardly.   "Your name!" said Aaron, annoyed that the girl kept silent.   Aaron's cell phone rang simultaneously as the girl's cell phone vibrated. He got up. "Oh, wait a minute!" Aaron pointed at the girl as he picked up his cell phone.   "Hello?" Aaron said into his cell phone. His cheerful face turned cold in an instant. When he turned around, the girl was gone.   A luxury black sports car drove through the busy city streets. All eyes are glued to the latest car. The driver was a young man with a short haircut and handsome. He loosened his tie and pressed the gas pedal harder. The horn is sounded several times to make way. The speaker of his car radio provided information regarding the location of the shot in an underground parking building.   Unable to stand in the traffic jam, he opened the window and installed a police siren on the hood of his car. All eyes are getting stunned. No one ever expected to see a police officer who was generally poor using such a luxurious and expensive car on the streets.   Sirens cut through the city's traffic jams. The speed of the sports vehicle met another patrol squad at a crossroads. Together, they headed to the location of the shot mentioned.   The detective pulled a gun from the chest belt under his expensive jacket. He got out of the car and ran confidently towards the underground parking lot. At a glance, he saw a girl running in a hurry. He ignored it and continued to enter the crime scene.   There were many bloodstained shoe tracks there. The well-built man picked up a black wallet. "Unlucky!" he cursed.   The man took off his sunglasses and brushed his hair. "No, he's gone! But, I will definitely catch him, Red Masked Bastard!"   "Detective Jorell, we need to call for medical help!" one of the officers reported to the man.   The girl ran for safety and hid in a dark narrow alley. She reached into her trouser pocket and checked her cell phone. The phone has been vibrating since that, making her unable to focus on work. Some missed calls from the hospital, and a message came in.   "Miss Anya, sorry, Master Abraham just died. We can't surgery." The girl read a short message on her cellphone with a tight chest.   Anya's cell phone was furthest to the ground. She knelt with her body shaking violently.   "Impossible! Why did he die so soon? I haven't even finished my task of sending this medicine to a customer! He has to wait for me. I will definitely come with the operating costs."   That same afternoon Anya returned to the village using the last bus. She walked almost two kilometers from the nearest bus stop to get home. Her yard was already filled with people. The hearse had just arrived there to deliver the body of the grandfather.   "Why not just rent a funeral parlor?" asked one of the neighbors.   The girl didn't listen. Her mind was frantic. She couldn't even cry anymore.   "Where do they have the money to do that?" whispered another neighbor.   "Hah, how troublesome. Performing a funeral ceremony at home will greatly disturb the peace of the others."   "have some sympathy! They were too poor to simply rent a funeral parlor. The girl was also mute. Don't you feel sorry that she's alone now?"   Anya doesn't care at all. She just sat in the living room lamenting her grandfather's death. The whole night, she didn't sleep and sat there alone, clutching her knees. There were no neighbors, let solitary relatives, who accompanied her.   "Grandfather, what should I do after this?"   Anya crumpled up the last letter from her grandfather, which was entrusted to the hospital staff who delivered the corpse. A happy 17th birthday letter to Anya.   When morning came, a group of men in all black and fully armed came to meet Anya. While her tears were still wet, they dragged and pulled Anya forcibly into a luxury limousine.   Anya struggled and fought. She didn't know who these men were. Neighbors whisper that they think they are mafias who collect debts from their grandfather. No matter how hard Anya screamed and looked at the neighbors for help, everyone still ignored her. No one dared to help her.   "We've come to get you, Miss Anya Hadley," said one of the men in the black suit.   "Wingham mafia?" Anya thought with widened eyes when she saw the emblem the man in front of her was wearing. She let her body be dragged and taken to the car.   "We will take care of the eater Mr. Abraham. You just need to come with us and meet the Big Boss."   The people around her started whispering. "They're the mob bosses from the Wingham District. We'd better not interfere! They are very cruel."   "So he sold his granddaughter to a mob boss to pay off a debt?" asked another neighbor.   The mafia who brought Anya heard all this and did nothing. Anya also couldn't cry anymore. What the neighbors say is not entirely wrong.   Inside the limousine, a male secretary handed Anya a file to sign. Anya reads it quickly.   "I was forced to become a wife in a contract marriage with the mob boss. I have to do it if I want to stay alive and make grandfather's death not in vain," repeated Anya in her heart.   On their way back to the Wingham District, they crossed a meadow. A black sports car from the opposite direction stopped in the middle of the road. Anya saw the driver's gaze. A nice young man in an expensive suit got out of the car. He came and pulled Anya's hand out of the limousine holding out his detective badge.   "This girl is mine!" he said possessively. "She will be my wife!"   Anya gapes and is confused. "Who's he?" she thought.   The mafia did not move when they saw the badge of the detective.   Anya was forced into his car. There, the detective does the same as the previous mafia secretary.   "You must sign and be my wife!" he said firmly.   Anya just kept silent. She remembered her grandfather's last message in hiss letter. "Marry any man who comes to pick you up after I die."   "Why?" Anya screamed in her heart. "Why did grandpa do this to me? Who exactly are these people? Who should I trust and choose? The super rich detective or the mafia boss?"