𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞.
❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎
Living on Yakuza territory was never supposed to be her story.
But debts don't forgive.
And neither do the men who collect them.
She was a loyalist to the rules until...
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𝓡𝓲𝓪𝓷
226 DAYS TO OBLIVION
The only thing I hated more than a Triad motherfucker was two Triad motherfuckers interrupting me when I was trying to have a damn drink.
I had just sat down and not even tasted it when the first idiot strutted over like he owned the place and tried to dab me up like we were old high school friends who used to jerk each other off behind the gym.
I drew my gun out immediately.
His forehead lined up perfectly with my sight, and for a split second I considered pulling the trigger just to see if blowing his skull open would improve his face.
His friend rushed over, shoving himself between us, spewing some bullshit apology in English while cussing me out in Mandarin since he thought I was every other clueless yakuza asshole here.
Then told I him in Mandarin that if he opened his mouth at me again, I'd make dumplings out of his balls and send them to his mother as a condolence gift.
I signaled the men to frisk every Triad bastard walking in. If they did not like it, they could complain to Ren. Apparently marrying one of their own made them think they could walk into this territory and track dirt everywhere.
Shiro was preaching peace and unity with this alliance. He didn't want to shed any Yakuza blood or Triad's for that matter. I might have believed him to be a fucking saint if I had not already tasted the poison in him.
He was a fool to think marrying Ren off would fix anything. His fiancée was the daughter of a third-tier nobody, not even worth the spit it took to say her name. She was useless and would not solve territory disputes or tame the Triads.
He would regret it and in a way, the situation tipped the scales in my favor again.
"Yo man, this place is fucking sick." Jax dropped into the VIP booth like a drunk gorilla, slamming his beer on the table. "They send all the premium shit here. Meanwhile back in Tokyo, we were drinking whatever comes out the ass end of a radiator."
"Try not getting in my face when you talk." I took a sip of bourbon. "Your breath is chapping my ass."
"I wonder if it'll finally loosen the stick you got shoved up there." He muttered.
I swirled the liquor, watching the stage. Two naked male strippers had some girl sandwiched between them, fucking her like she owed them past-due rent. The lights kept flickering red, blue, red again.
It was giving me a migraine.
"Did your new friends not want to share their toys with you?" I tapped my foot, bored with all of it. "Why the fuck are you here bothering me?"
"Nope, they are all selfish fuckfaces." Jax took a long swallow of beer. "But I brought us an old friend."
He jerked his chin just as a familiar dark-haired man slinked into the booth and sprawled into the seat across from me.
