Okay, it was hilarious how the clerk reacted to me throwing her over my shoulder to head for the elevators. But not nearly as funny as the older couple that interrupted our hot and heavy makeout session in the elevator. If they hadn’t interrupted, I wouldn’t have thought twice about fucking Yūri in that elevator. I was far too gone to really care about the security cameras watching us.
I draw the line at uninvited and rude voyeurs. So to our suite we went. We laughed as we kissed, stumbling into the room and almost tripping over our bags. Clothes were cast aside in favor of skin-to-skin contact. This time we did remember to get a condom from my wallet. I’m going to need to buy more of those because I don’t think we will keep our hands off each other for too long of a stretch.
Speaking of stretching, Yūri yawned as she stretched bef
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I knew this would happen. God fucking damn it. I didn’t trust anyone we crossed paths with. But of everyone we saw since leaving San Francisco, the family in the station wagon was relatively low on my list of possible assassins. But of course, my father would contact someone who’d go so low as to use children for cover. For all, we know the family the guy was traveling with were hostages.“Mother fucker” I grumbled as we weaved around people on the sidewalk. I wasn’t counting on losing this guy in the crowd. It would be nice, but I think I’ve used too much good luck in my life for things to go my way now. “You realize he is most likely armed. I don’t have my gun on me.” Hibiki whispered as we headed down an alley.“I know. But we have a weapon, of sorts.” I commented, glancing down at
I shot someone. I killed someone. I didn’t make a warning shot. I didn’t aim for a non-life-threatening spot. I made sure to aim for a spot that would kill. I haven’t killed someone in a few years. I remember being traumatized when I killed that guy. Even though I’d know I had to kill that suspect, he was, after all, holding a woman at gunpoint. If I hadn’t, he would have killed his hostage.I tried to remind myself this was very much the same. Actually, it was more. This isn't some random person that could have died. This was my wife, the woman I was in love with. I couldn’t let him shoot her. So I took the shot and killed the man. I possibly made a woman a widow and took a father from his children just so I wouldn’t become a widower.I felt cold and like everything around me was moving while I stood still. The o
“So you’re telling me Hibiki killed this guy?” Hachiro asked for the twelfth time as we loaded the prick’s body into the truck of the station wagon. “Why is that so unbelievable? My husband is a cop… or was. Whatever. It’s not like he’s some schmuck who’s never handled a weapon.” I rolled my eyes, slamming the trunk closed.“I know, but I just… well, he doesn’t seem the type to kill anyone.” Hachiro shrugged. “Yeah, well, it was either he killed the guy, or the guy killed me. He made the right call.” I sighed. “I’m not disagreeing, mistress. If he had let you die, he’d be quickly joining you. I won’t tolerate a fool getting you killed.” he frowned, leaning his arms on the roof of the car.“No killing my husband. Thoug
If he wasn’t already dead, I would shoot that bastard in the head again. Hell, I’d unload an entire clip. He bought these girls. The only person more of a scumbag in this than him is Ivy’s mother. This girl is obviously a minor, and her mother was letting men have sex with her. I wanted to throw up. Because of her mother’s terrible choices, this is a child who has a baby of her own. There is absolutely no way I’m letting these girls go anywhere near Ivy’s mother. I’m confident my cousin Miu and her husband Ted will happily take them in and raise them well. Ivy would just need to agree to it. And then there’s the matter of getting them to Miu. It wouldn’t be safe for them to travel with us. But maybe Miu and I can work out to have the girls fly to them. Ivy was looking at me like I was crazy. “Is he serious?” she asked, looking at Yūri. Yūri smiled, laug
I was not surprised that some of those stupid bikers from the crummy-looking strip club noticed us as I was taking Ivy and Violet to the jeep. The whistles and stupid catcalling. Ugh, could they be more cliche? I was doing an excellent job of ignoring them as I got the girls into the back seat. But when the bulky-looking one, I’m guessing he’s their leader, tried to grab my ass, all bets were off.Fucker is lucky Hibiki showed up. They all are if I’m honest. After everything that’s happened since running into that hitman, I want blood. I wanted to kill somebody, and these pricks would do. After hearing Ivy’s story, or the part she shared, I wanted to go hunt down her mother and slit that bitch's throat out.And I thought my father was bad for wanting me to marry Rokurō. He at least didn’t ever have the balls to tr
I groaned as the sound of frantic knocking on the door cut through my sleep. “Huh.. what the?” I rubbed my eyes, sitting up. Yūri was awake and already had her hand on the gun. I held a hand up, not sure if that was necessary. I slipped on my jeans, once again cursing Rickie for not packing any underwear for me. I squinted through the peephole and sighed. “It’s the girls.” I explained, waving for Yūri to put the gun back.Once Yūri had put the gun back and covered herself with the sheet, I opened the door. “Ivy? Is something wrong?” I asked, suppressing a yawn. Ivy looked relieved that someone had answered the door at all. “I… yes… no. I mean, nothing is wrong. Just woke up in a strange palace. There was a note with a number on it, and it matched this door. I just…” Ivy frowned, shifting Violet in her arms.
I know being in the department store had Ivy on edge. She’s not used to being in places like this. That’s not her fault. No, all the fault goes to her shit-tier mother. I let Hibiki off the hook, not only because he’s probably bored stiff shopping, but I want Ivy to be relaxed. I don’t know how comfortable she’d feel shopping and trying on clothes with Hibiki hanging around.I knew we were being watched, but I didn’t care. None of the looks felt ominous. So they weren’t out to kill me. Just locals who found it strange to see a Japanese woman escorting two blonde-haired blue-eyed kids. I steered us first to the children’s section, figuring finding clothes for Violet would be the easiest.“Are you sure this is okay?” Ivy asked in a whisper as I picked up an adorable blue floral print dress that wou
I still can’t believe Yūri said that. I had the inkling that Ivy had something of a crush on me. It was the only thing that made sense for why she was even a little comfortable around me. I would have assumed that given her experience with men before this, she’d have stayed as far from me as possible.But still, I think Yūri may have crossed a line by suggesting after Ivy turns eighteen if she still has a crush to see if I’m interested. Ivy is a good kid and all, but I don’t have any physical attraction to her. And now that Yūri outed her for having a crush and basically offered me up, Ivy is awkward and not saying much to me.She didn’t say a word or even look at me in the car or during lunch. Good thing I’m going to call my cousin and see if she and her husband would take the girls in. I think the sooner Ivy gets away