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)
Ryo kicks his father into the water and jumps in after him.
My eyes remain locked on Tanaka’s face as his son forces his head under the water, and when I see the previous head of the Yakuza take big gulps of water, the corner of my mouth lifts.
Water splashes wildly as he fights Ryo, and I’m surprised when he lasts a couple of minutes before his body begins to jerk as he inhales more and more water.
Ryo lets out a brutal growl as he yanks his father up, and as Tanaka coughs up water, he snaps his father’s neck.
I’m filled with immense satisfaction watching Tanaka die, knowing he can never hurt Yuki again.
Ryo steps away from the body, and as it floats in the hot water, I say, “Not bad. Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
My brother-in-law lets out a burst of laughter as he climbs out of the hot tub. “It was everything I had hoped it would be.”
“I’m happy for you.” I rise to my feet and walk to the doorway. “Let’s see if there are any men left who are willing to follow you.”
“You’re going to move into the mansion?” I ask Ryo, surprised he doesn’t want to sell the place and start over fresh.
“Yes,” he replies as he rights an overturned table. “It’s my birthright, and I deserve it.”
I raise my eyebrow at him. “What happened to not finding happiness in material things?”
“I’ll get rid of half the shit.” He glances around the living room.
He picks up the remote and accidentally switches on the TV.
‘…until your husband orgasms,’ Yutaro’s voice sounds up. ‘Now suck the shaft into your mouth.’
My blood chills in my veins when I see Yuki sitting at a table with a fucking dildo in her hands.
‘What?’ my wife gasps, her features torn with shame.
Yutaro comes into view and slaps her against the head. ‘Do as you’re told!’
When she sucks the fucking dildo into her mouth, deadly rage moves through my body and nausea rolls in my stomach.
“Enough!” I roar as I grab the remote from Ryo, switching the TV off.
As the shock of seeing Yuki starved and humiliated shudders through us, our eyes meet.
He shakes his head slowly. “I know you said Yutaro is yours, but…” he gasps as lines of pain cut grooves into his face. “Fuck.”
Turning my head, I look at Lorenzo. “Bring Kano to me.”
He jogs out of the living room, and for a moment, Ryo and I don’t speak. Unable to stomach what I just saw, I rush out onto the veranda and puke.
Jesus.
That shit will forever be burned into my mind.
Yuki.
My fucking soul cries for the hell she went through. Knowing she suffered and seeing it are two different beasts.
When my stomach calms, I straighten up. Ryo pushes a glass of clear liquid into my hand, and when I drink it, the strong alcohol burns the bile from my throat.
“I should’ve taken her sooner,” I say, my voice hoarse.
He places his hand on my shoulder. “Thank you for saving my sister when I couldn’t.”
“Not soon enough,” I snap. “Fuck.”
“She would’ve suffered a much worse fate if it weren’t for you, Augusto. For that and for your help tonight, I’m forever in your debt.”
Our eyes lock, and I hate that it’s taken Yuki’s suffering to breach the gap between Ryo and me, but I know after tonight, Ryo and I will always have each other’s backs.
When Lorenzo hauls Kano’s ass out onto the veranda, I order, “Bring the remaining men. Let them see what will happen to them if they don’t kneel to Ryo.”
I’ve heard the legendary way Uncle Renzo killed his enemies, and tonight I think it will be a fitting death for this fucker who dared to abuse my wife.
I pull the K-Bar knife from the holster around my thigh, and as the men begin to form a circle around us, I look at Ryo. “You have five minutes with him. Just don’t kill the bastard.”
My brother-in-law lunges for Kano, and as the men begin to fight, I walk around the circle while my fingers clench on the handle of my knife. “You have one of two choices, I tell the remaining men of the Yakuza, “Ryo Tanaka is now your leader. The Cosa Nostra stands behind him, and if anyone attacks him or tries to kill him, I will retaliate.”
I make eye contact with some of the men while Ryo and Kano grunt behind me, the blows of their fists loud in the air.
“Time’s up,” Lorenzo calls out.
I turn around, and as Ryo steps back, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, I swipe Kano’s feet from under him. He’s too exhausted to catch himself and slams down hard on the tiles.
I press my knee into his groin, and as he lets out a shout, I say, “I’ve heard you don’t feel pain. Seems it’s nothing more than a lie.” I grind my knee into his dick, then plunge the knife into his gut.