The Dragon 4 – Tokyo Empire Read Online Kenya Wright

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The rage that lived in my chest—the one I kept caged behind walls of control and calculation—rattled against its bars.

I will end this war soon.

We turned a corner.

More cells came.

More darkness.

The ceiling lowered here, the ventilation shafts narrowing to thick metal tubes that groaned with each gust of recycled air. It felt like descending into the belly of some ancient beast.

"Let's hope the Butcher just thinks it is those two spies and never catches the other spies or even the hackers." Hiro's voice was thoughtful. "We only need the hackers to track our father."

My brother was right.

Unfortunately, the spies were expendable—sacrificial pieces on a board that spanned continents. But the hackers were different. They were ghosts in the machine, invisible threads woven into the Butcher’s digital infrastructure. If Jean-Pierre found them, we would lose our best chance at locating my father before he located us.

"Keep watch on the Butcher." I sighed. "Perhaps we may have our father's location earlier than we thought."

Reo nodded.

I turned my attention to Hiro. "How was my Tiger this evening?"

Something shifted in his expression. A flicker of warmth beneath the usual sardonic mask.

"She’s very smart. Funny." He let the word hang for a moment. "Beautiful."

I frowned.

"It was fascinating to see her work, but most of all. . .she smelled quite delicious."

I sneered at him. "It wasn't a date, Hiro. It was a mission."

"I know. According to you, I cannot date your Tiger." Hiro's frown was theatrical, but there was something genuine beneath it. Something that made me want to remind him—violently—exactly who Nyomi belonged to.

“Careful, brother.”

“Being careful is boring.” Hiro reached into his jacket and pulled out a phone. "This is what your Tiger found in Mami's room. The messages and proof of—"

"I don't need to see it." I waved the phone away, before he could show me the screen. "If my Tiger said the spies are Mami and Sako, then that is what it is."

Hiro smirked and then handed the phone to Reo without another word.

My Tiger. . .

Gratitude swelled in my chest.

You did it.

She had walked into a den of serpents tonight and emerged with proof of their venom. She had done what my own security had failed to do for years. She had found the rot at the heart of my household and ripped it into the light.

And she had done it while I was in another part of the mansion and unable to protect her.

The gratitude curdled into something darker.

Sharper.

I should have been there. I should have been the one to find them. To shield her from the ugliness of what Mami and Sako had become.

But I hadn't been there.

And now four traitors hung in chains below my home, and my Tiger was alone in our bed, and I was here—walking through a prison designed for burning, with fire in my veins and death in my hands.

She’ll understand. This is what I am. This is what loving me means.

The corridor opened into a wider chamber. The cells here were larger, reinforced with thicker bars. The drains in the floor were bigger too—designed to handle more than just water.

Reo's voice broke through my thoughts. "The Lion wants to meet with you."

I rolled my eyes. "And did you tell the Lion that I am currently in the middle of a fucking war?"

"I did." Reo's tone was carefully neutral. "And he said, 'That is not my concern.'"

The fucking Lion.

Of course it wasn't his concern. Kazimir concerned himself with exactly two things: expanding his empire and stroking his own ego. The fact that I was trying to kill my father while preventing said father from killing me was merely an inconvenience to his schedule.

I shook my head. "The Lion is going to have to wait."

Reo's pause was almost imperceptible. "That could cause problems in the future."

"The moment I leave this island, it is to kill my father. That is it." I kept walking and fixed my eyes on the chamber ahead. "I’m not leaving this island to meet with that egotistical Russian."

Hiro snorted.

We reached the final door—a massive slab of reinforced steel with a wheel lock that looked like it belonged on a submarine.

Five guards stood on either side. Their faces were blank, and their postures were rigid.

They bowed as I approached.

I didn't acknowledge them.

Reo got ahead of me, gripped the wheel, and turned. The lock disengaged, emitting the sound of bones cracking.

And beyond the door, illuminated by the harsh glow of industrial lights, four figures dangled and stood on their tippy toes as they remained in place with chains bolted to the ceiling.

Mami.

Sako.

And my two Eyes.

All four looked up as I entered.

The Eyes with defiance.

Sako with sadness.

Mami with pure terror.

Deceitful fucking serpents. Enough.

I stepped into the chamber, Hiro remained at my side, and Reo closed the door behind us.

"Good evening." My voice echoed off the ceramic tiles like the first rumble of thunder before a storm. "Let's discuss your choices."


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