Shikaku Nara Mati Novels & Stories

He had so many questions, so many things he wanted to say to her. Matteo leaned both hands on the edge of the dresser, head lowering. “She looked at me,” he whispered to the empty room. “As if she had seen a ghost.” He swallowed hard. “To her, I am.” He inhaled shakily. He hated the tremor. Yakuza did not shake but Nana made him human long before the clan ever tried to carve humanity out of him. He lifted his head, jaw set. If she was alive, if she had survived the hell of the auction—

Odette nodded. "Sakuniyas, please do your best," I wasn't letting Saku, or Odette, off the hook. "I do not make idle boasts, Ish...Wakko Ishara," Saku gave a shark-like grin. "Now, why don't you tell me more of Alal?" Fuck.