A Death In Tokyo Novels & Stories

I move towards him, and with my hands, I capture his neck pressing his neck until I hear his windpipe crush beneath my hand. “Die,” I spit in his face, releasing his neck as I watch him suffocate with the lack of oxygen passing through his nostrils. I watch with delight as Riley chokes to his death. His irises blurring into his eyes and only the white eye bulbs flashing his lifeless nature. “We have no business here, let him rot here. I am going home to shower and then sleep,” I say walking out of the cinema room and closing the door gently behind me. My men will take a couple of pics and send them to Enzo Antonov. He will soon be in touch. If what Riley said is true and that London is dead,

As the personal guard catches Tokyo before she hits the ground, Tokyo smiles and pretends to vomit on his body like a typical drunk girl. In most cases, whenever Tokyo acts, I always wonder how she is so convincing. There has never been a record of her failing to achieve her aim, so why should this be any different? We remain calm. The personal guard just needs to take her to the restroom to refresh her, and by that time, I will draw my pistol and shoot immediately. “You’re drunk, ma’am. I’ll help you to the restroom now,” the personal guard says. We all nodded to each other again.