I Became the Youngest Daughter of the Mafia Family

Bang!

Michael Rose placed his hand on his chest.
There was something warm and wet.
Then, looking at his palm, it was all red.

Cough—

As the blood splattered along with a cough, the gunshot wound to the chest throbbed in pain.

He was dying.

“…You should’ve shot me in the heart.”

There weren’t any traces of resentment.
It was just emptiness.

Nikita Borev, who he partnered with for ten years, was just looking at Michael with a sad face.

Clack—

Dropping his gun on the ground, Nikita ran up to Michael and pressed both of his hands on the gunshot wound.

“Oh… Oh, God! What have I done?! What the hell have I done?!”

“It hurts, dumbass.
Don’t press on it.”

It was too late, anyway.

“That’s why you should’ve shot me in the heart.
This is happening because you hesitated for no reason.”

Nikita looked at Michael who was making jokes at a time like this and shook his head.

“…I’m sorry.”

Yeah, you should be sorry. I know you’re sorry, but I know you had to do it.
So…

“Don’t be sorry, dummy.”

Cough—

Michael’s heart felt like it was burning the moment he coughed.

“…Damian?”

Hearing Michael’s words, Nikita slowly lifted his head.
Nikita didn’t say anything, but his expression and trembling lips told Michael everything.

If not him, then who else could it be?

The boss of the mafia ‘Kalanishiel Family’, the hidden power of the Empire with both the Emperor and the Council wrapped around his finger. 

Michael didn’t know what to do, and how much he could do in that city ravaged by the civil war, but one thing was for sure; nothing mattered to Michael anymore.

“I guess I was a bit of a pain in the neck.”

Even if more than 90% of the police force was bribed by the Kalanishiel Family, Michael and Nikita did not stop investigating them.

They took away their badge several times, saying they were ignoring direct orders from their superiors.
But they never gave up.

And yet.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, really.
They found out where my wife and children are.”

“…Yes, I understand—”

Michael squeezed out his last remaining strength and pushed Nikita’s hand away.

“Come on… Run away.”

This innocent bear. They wouldn’t spare you even if they threatened to harm your family if you didn’t kill me.

Creak!

Michael heard the sound of several cars stopping outside of the abandoned factory building.

“Get out of here, you bastard!”

At Michael’s cry, Nikita clenched his teeth and grabbed Michael’s hand with both of his hands.

“I’m sorry, Michael!”

After Nikita left, gunshots were heard from everywhere.

Michael closed his eyes, the sound getting more distant as seconds passed.

Well, it’s been a crappy life.

Soon, pure white darkness enveloped him.

***

And Michael opened his eyes.

“Huh?”

This… I don’t think this is supposed to happen.

Rattle—

It seemed as if his world was shaking and he realized it only after he banged his head against the wall next to him.
He was in a car.

“I’m sorry, Miss! Are you okay?!”

That time, Michael was surprised by the woman’s voice from the front seat.

‘…Miss?’

Michael was staring blankly at the short-haired woman from the driver’s seat and thought that he had seen her somewhere.
Then, a name came to mind naturally.

“Vanessa Willer?”

“Yes, Miss.
Are you okay? I’m so sorry! I’m not that good at driving.
Are you injured?!”

“Oh, no….
I’m fine”

That wasn’t the problem.
Why was Michael in the car with Vanessa Willer when he should’ve been dead?

That woman must be from the Kalanishiel Family…

“Hm? Ah, aah.
Ah?!”

W-What’s wrong with my voice?!

Michael raised his voice as he noticed something strange only to be startled by the soft, girly voice coming out of his mouth.

“M-Miss.
Are you mad? I’m sorry.
I’ll never cross the speed bump like that again! So please, forgive me just once!”

“Ah… I’m not mad.”

“Then may I ask why are you making such an expression?!”

Vanessa’s face reflected in the rearview mirror was in tears and Michael couldn’t understand the whole situation at all.

“Oh, am I dreaming?”

Michael was so distracted that he spoke his thoughts out loud.

“You seemed to be in a deep sleep.
Did you not sleep well last night? Were you stressed out about the family event from today…?”

“…Family event?”

At that moment, Michael