Rentaro Satomi Novels & Stories

My phone chimes with a message and I momentarily leave my chair, It's from Sofia, probably the fifth one today and it's just like the others, she's talking about how mad Mother is because my silence has put Father in a panicked frenzy. “Oh, she lives close,” Renata says, staring at her phone before answering another question. “Stormi? I'm gonna tag her and you can follow,” she says, handing Renata her phone. “Sasha, get back in your seat,” Ren sings, “The people think we've run you off.” “Someone says your house is amazing,” Renata says, tapping my chair. “And it is.” She nods, “Absolutely amazing, top tier and no you're never getting a tour, Mrs Valenti is very shy.”

Business Katrina* As I'm driving towards the town I see all the signs or posters about a fall festival coming up and think nothing of it. After I finally found a parking space for the plant nursery, Shiva decided to speak now after we had been in the car alone for a good 10 minutes. " Did you really have to beat Nick like that, you could have gone a little easier on them." She told me. " I did go easy on him, but I might have bruised his ego a little bit," I said with a light chuckle getting out of the car.

Mori greeted the man who was sitting. The man smiled, then looked at Akiko and Riko, who had straightened up. “Yes. Hmm… Do you both already know me or not?” The man asked kindly. Akiko shook her head, of course, but Riko nodded. “Oh… You don’t know me yet? I’m Ryusuke Sato. I’m currently serving as the CEO of Shingi Fusaya.” Akiko automatically bowed again, not expecting Sato to be the one running this company.

Carlino did not slow. His thumb brushed once against my back. A silent warning. We approached a long semicircle of seats at the front of the hall. Five men already sat there, each one radiating authority in a different, dangerous way. I recognized them from the names I had overheard. Kenji Sato sat with perfect posture, hands folded over a silver-topped cane. His expression was calm, unreadable, like a man who missed nothing. Beside him was Ruggero, mid thirties, thick-shouldered, his scarred hands resting on the table in front of him like blunt weapons.

" What if I collapse all of a sudden? You won't be able to lead my organization? Have you forgotten this santinos family's fate will be rested on your shoulder when I retired or meet my death? " " I'm sorry Boss " Maximo didn't reply. He only clenched his jaw and look away. After a long drive of silence, The chauffeur finally pulled the shiny limousine into the wide grandiose garage of Maximo Santino's Villa. He has many four certain villas which he names after the cardinal direction. West, east, north and South. That is his main villa where he use as homes, Although he own many other Houses that he had stop counting already years ago.

The vehicle had a sticker of the Casa Roma logo and a not for rent statement on the lower door frame. “Thanks Lio,” Ethan greeted as soon as they get on the car. The driver, Lio, was one of the most loyal worker of the Roma Family. For him serving the Roma was a privilege. He is already 53 and had already been Darrem's butler when the kid was just 7. Lio just nodded and watch the new faces on the head mirror. He stared at the lady on the glasses, and find her frame familiar, but didn't said anything about it.

“What the hell is going on?” The little CEO pushed up imaginary glasses. “Father, I’m simply nurturing my classmates’ financial literacy. According to my research, only 37% of Japanese elementary students utilize their allowance effectively—” “That’s not the point!” Kenichi shouted, pointing furiously at the ongoing Eraser Auction inside. “Why does the teacher have a Kimura Securities employee badge?!” Takuto gave a sly smile. “Efficient use of human resources. Ms. Sato is head of Risk Management. Her monthly salary is… twenty bags of potato chips.”

“ A pet for the dragons, can she handle us though?” His hands goes higher and I bite my lip harder. Santino’s hand on my left thigh massages the inside of my thigh and Maximo spreads my thigh adding more space between my legs. “ I guess we will find out, for now. I will try not to burn her alive.” Maximo growls before he puffs some air on my face and disappears before my sight. Santino lets go of me too and sits back on his seat, he looks out at the vast land they own.

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

I'm not even concentrating on their conversation but what Ren says fully grabs my attention, "It's that guy that liked Terra's pic on i*******m and slid in my dm." "What guy?" Ren grins. "He wants you to model for his brand and he wants me to be the photographer." I glare at him. "You posted my picture?" "Terra, please don't -" "What's the name of -" I quickly shut up when I see the name "Roman" on the screen. "Please don't pick up!" "Terra," Ren scoffs. "Why are you overreacting?" I stare at him in sheer horror. "Because that's my Russian ex!"