One night stand with my brother's killer best friend
she thundered, unwilling to be silenced this time when I tried to kiss the words away.
Kumicho. That was right. I was a fucking yakuza boss now. Japan's answer to mafia kings, kumicho was the boss of bosses in the Yakuza. She'd never be safe in my arms ever again.
"Fuck. Damn, you feel good. Everything hurts but you feel so fucking good," I ranted.
"Coming," she let that one little word out into the room, then howled like I was killing her.