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Camilla Lee, the world's deadliest honeytrap assassin grew up idolising her father, but in her quest to solve his murder and bring the culprits to justice, she uncovered some horrible truths. The dad she loved and adored had a past so sinister, it defied belief.

Who is Johnny Lee? Can it be true he spent his early years as a Seven Dragons Triad enforcer known and feared across Hong Kong as The Devil?

For the first time, you can now read his remarkable story as, in his own words, he catalogues his deeply personal and dark journey down the path of irredeemable wickedness.

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The Devil
Prologue

Entering Tony’s office in just a short T-shirt, I ignore the guest chair, go around his desk and settle on his lap, because, why not? I like to live up to my slutty honeytrap reputation, but most of all, it is way more fun this way, since I never quite know how he will react. I bury my face in his neck and take in the woody aromatic fragrance of his very British No 89 by Floris of London. His eau de toilette never fails to arouse me, as too, the wool blend tweed fabric of his trousers rubbing against my thighs and bare bottom. We kiss, but only briefly.
After what feels like a long layoff since my last assignment, my anticipation for an exciting new mission brief gives me reason to put my usual playful teasing on hold. Better to save it for after his news when I shall enthusiastically thank him in my favourite way.
‘What have you got for me?’ I ask, my tone eager, smile broad.
‘It’s not what you think, Cam.’ Annoyingly, he still calls me Cam even though my new operative name has evolved from Cameron to Camille and I have asked him to pronounce it as Camil-lè so that the lè sounds like la. But now is not the time to make a fuss, so I button it. Having almost lost my job, I am grateful just to be getting back in the field and (hopefully) get a chance to snuff more child traffickers and paedophiles. Perhaps I will get lucky and he will authorise me to prune the heads of any deputy Dragon Masters with ideas of taking up the reins from Wu Qiong, the most recent triad boss removed by yours truly.
‘So… don’t keep me in suspense. What is it?’
‘You received a parcel.’
‘Here? From who?’ I am shocked. No one knows how to reach me, not even Tia. And this headquarters building outwardly appears as a deserted, run-down hovel. No one gets mail here.
‘From Edith Chan.’
‘Auntie Edith? You serious?’
‘Indeed.’
‘How the f-f-f heck did she get this address?’
‘She didn’t. She sent it to the Australian Consul General in Hong Kong with a note for it to be passed to you.’
‘Rose Maguire?’
‘No, Paul Browning has replaced Rose.’
‘And he knows I work for you?’
‘He does now. He spoke to Rose and got the story. Nice guy. I look forward to working with him from time to time.’
‘What did Auntie Edith send?’
‘See for yourself. It’s on my desk.’
At first, I see nothing resembling a parcel, then my eyes drop to a 128 page ruled exercise book atop a thick stack of A4 paper. I open the exercise book and see multiple columns of neat, small, Chinese characters that I cannot read. Inside the front cover is a loose A4 page folded in half. I open it and read:
To my crazy niece, Camilla.
You will find a notebook with this letter. Your father filled it out around the time when you were born. The typewritten pages are an English interpretation written for your eyes only. I will explain more later in this letter, but first, I want to say how disappointed and hurt I felt when I saw you on the news in Australia. How could you return home and not find a single minute to come see me?
I lower the note and turn to Tony. ‘Um… boss, do you mind if I read the rest of this in the privacy of my room?’
‘By all means.’
I stand, give his cheek a perfunctory kiss, grab the exercise book and papers, dash back to my room, and continue reading the note.
Anyway, I contacted the police hoping to find you, but they were no help. Of course, I am not one easily denied, so I pressed and eventually spoke with a Detective Hardy. The man seemed both fond and very protective of you. Are you friends?
Anyway, he told me enough about your beach fight and subsequent disappearance to put my mind at rest. After speaking with him, I slept uneasily for a few nights thinking about you and all the troubles in your life. My memory isn’t what it used to be, but on my third sleepless night I suddenly remembered a notebook your father had left with my Benji, may his soul rest in peace, and this notebook belongs to you.
Your father left strict instructions that you were not to receive his journal until your twenty-first birthday and only then, if he was deceased. Since it was my Benji’s business, it completely slipped my mind. After seventeen or eighteen years in storage, it took some finding. Now that I have read it, I am pleased I did. Hopefully, you will be, too. I remember you already found a note from your father in the family safe at the gym and dojo, but he wrote that summary some years later as a backup, in case something happened to Benji and me. It did not contain the intimate details he recorded in the notebook now in your hands.
Yes, I have considered your father’s strict instructions that we not hand it to you until your twenty-first, but… the way your life seems to be heading, fighting triad gangsters on the beach (shamefully naked it seems), you might not live to see twenty-one. Anyway, I don’t think your father would mind me sharing it sooner, and anyway, you already know the gist of your father’s history, just not the details.
However, having read it myself, I must warn you about his writing style. His words are blunt, sometimes crude, often disgusting, and much of what he shares may trouble you. You will learn things about his former life within the Seven Dragons triad, which you may regret reading. Once read, you cannot unread. Thus warned, I must also add, your father wrote every word with you in mind. A private letter of sorts between father and daughter.
Since you are not here for me to read it aloud to you, I engaged a young Chinese University Proffessor named Yen Sung who lectures in English at Bond Uni to convert his Chinese to English. Yen has the skills to convert many of your father’s peculiar Chinese expressions into more understandable English expressions. She did the same with much of the dialogue and has correctly pointed out that a direct translation would make little or no sense in English.
Each time we finished a section, Yen printed out, then stapled and numbered the pages. Yen assures me we also have a backup copy in the cloud, whatever that means.
Anyway, I hope you find her interpretation of your father’s story to your satisfaction. Again, I warn you; many of his confessions will shock you. Your father’s candour is both brave and heartfelt, especially when he writes about his affair with his sister, your Auntie Ai Wen. Her story is part of his and, as is his way, he describes her with an intimacy which often caused Yen and me to blush. Indeed, when you’re done reading, you may well wish you had never started. The father you knew and loved as a stable, monogamous family man is not the man he wrote about. He was the Devil and what comes next is his story.
Auntie signed off with love and a reminder to visit her the next time I returned to Australia.
Lowering her note, my heart laden with guilt and regret for not calling on her, I lift the first of the typewritten pages with trembling fingers and begin to read.