Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
The breath leaves Kano in a whoosh, and his eyes grow even wider as he realizes this is the moment he dies.
Bending over him, I look at his face that’s filled with fear and pain.
“This is for Yuki. No matter how fucking hard you tried.” I hack the blade through his stomach and abdomen while gritting out through clenched teeth, “You. Couldn’t. Break. Her.” I shove my hand into his body and grab a fistful of organs, and as I yank them from his gut, I watch him begin to convulse as he goes into shock.
Damn, I now understand why Uncle Renzo loves this particular method of killing. It’s very satisfying.
Climbing to my feet, I shake the shit and blood off my hand and shout, “Who swears loyalty to Ryo Tanaka?”
And who do I get to gut like a fish?
One after the other, the men bow their heads, but then three make a run for it. Not hesitating, I throw my knife and hit one of the fuckers in the back of his neck.
He falls to his hands and knees as he chokes on the blade that went right through. Ryo grabs a gun from one of my men and opens fire on the other two fuckers, mowing them down on the lawn, then he turns to the remaining men, “Would anyone else like to leave?”
They all shake their heads.
I walk to Lorenzo’s side, giving Ryo the floor.
“This is a new start for the Yakuza,” he says to his men. “I’ve already secured a deal with the Cosa Nostra. We’ll transport weapons and counterfeit notes for them. It’s good money.”
Just to make sure none of the fuckers turn their back on Ryo, I say, “There’s also a twenty thousand dollars bonus for every man standing here tonight. Your loyalty will always be rewarded.”
That gets their attention, and smiles break out over their faces.
“Money always does the trick,” Lorenzo whispers to me.
The Yakuza members begin to chant in Japanese, and when Ryo smiles, I figure it’s something good. Walking into the house, I find the flash drive plugged into the TV, and dropping it on the floor, I crush it beneath the heel of my boot.
My eyes land on the liquor cabinet, and while I pour myself another drink, I watch as Ryo talks to his men.
“Now we just need to tie up all the loose ends, get rid of the bodies, and deal with the police, then we can head home,” I tell Lorenzo.
“Back to work,” he shouts at the men, and I chuckle as he barks out orders, clearly in a hurry to get back to Bianca.
Chapter 30
Yuki
Standing back, I look at the arrangement then adjust a piece of bark.
Over the past five days, I’ve been keeping myself as busy as possible. Mom, Bianca, and Sienna have come over a couple of times, and I’ve gone out to meet them for lunch and a shopping trip.
Augusto has called me every day and kept me updated on what’s been happening in Tokyo. When he told me everything went smoothly and Ryo’s now in charge of the Yakuza, my legs nearly gave way from the intense relief I felt.
But unfortunately, he has to stay another couple of days to help Ryo.
I let out a sigh, missing my husband too much to enjoy what I’m doing.
Giving up with the arrangement, I slump down on one of the stools by the island and rest my chin in my palms. Another sigh escapes me as I think about calling Augusto.
He’s busy. You can’t bother him.
Suddenly, arms wrap around me, and I’m hauled into the air. A scream rips free from me, then I shout at the top of my lungs, “Rocco!”
“It’s me,” I hear Augusto say, and as I crane my neck and lock eyes with him, I let out a happy shriek. Turning around to hug him, I press kisses all over his face.
Rocco comes barging into the kitchen, his gun drawn, but when he sees Augusto, confusion flutters over his face.
“Leave, unless you plan to watch me fuck my wife,” Augusto orders, his tone holding no bite.
Rocco turns on his heel and quickly leaves while muttering, “My fucking heart.”
“You’re home,” I say as my eyes drift over every inch of Augusto’s face.
“I wanted to surprise you.” He sets me down on the island and presses a hard kiss to my mouth.
“How was your flight? Did everything go well?”
Shoving my skirt up, he rips my underwear from my body. “Flight was long.” He yanks down his zipper and pulls his hard-on out. “Everything is good.” Positioning his cock at my entrance, he enters me in a hard thrust. “So, so fucking good,” he groans, his forehead pressing against mine. “Fuck, I missed you, my wife.”
His body shudders as he remains buried inside me, then his mouth claims mine in a desperate kiss. Only when my lips are swollen and tingling does he pull out before slamming back inside me.