Chapter Ten #2
“Watching you thinking is like watching a dog chasing his own tail, moronic at best,” I keep insulting him.
I can hear the suppressed anger in his short laugh. One crack at a time. I just need to keep hitting the nail.
“Plus, I’m not vision or hearing impaired,” I deadpan.
“What does that mean?” the moronic fuckchill asks.
“It means that you look like the ass of a monkey and sound like a dying goat.”
Repetitive loud gunshots suddenly boom from somewhere in the restaurant. I spring out of my chair as I hear women’s screams, running footsteps, and thunderous men’s voices from outside. A wave of dizziness makes me grab the table edge for a moment.
What the fuck? I shake my head, and my eyes focus once again on the grinning bastard, looking relaxed and…smug as fuck.
“What did you do?” I snarl, pulling my pocket knife out of my suit jacket.
He laughs, this time with a deep satisfaction. “Oh, I’m killing the old bitch.”
“You are dead meat.” She brought eight of her men in black with her, plus the others I saw outside the restaurant and they are all expert fighters.
“And who is going to do it? You? Everybody else will be dead soon. A-L-L. All,” he repeats. I grab him by that horrid shirt collar, pulling him out of his chair, knife ready to strike when dizziness hits me again. I squeeze my eyes, trying to keep my balance. I feel my grip on him loosen.
“I can’t believe you actually fell for it.” He slowly takes out a gun from behind his back. “The great Hebikawa family. What a joke!” He shoves me, and I stumble back, my legs suddenly shaking as I hear more gunshots.
“The Triad has gone crazy…killing the yakuza big boss!” I utter, taking another step back as I see him rounding the table.
“Yes! It’s crazy, right? A war will start, and they will kill each other. And I’ll be on the sidelines waiting to take my rightful place.” He sounds so proud of himself.
How did this idiot pull this off? This restaurant is on our turf, Kumicho… “Ishida-san, that motherfucker!”
“Finally connecting the dots? He’ll become the big boss, and I’ll finally have what I deserve, while in the meantime, you’ll be paying a hefty price.”
My legs hit something, and I fall back on the tatami. Why the fuck do I feel so weird? My arms and legs are tingling, head spinning.
“You want to know a secret? The Triad doesn’t even know I’m here,” he whispers loudly, getting too close for my liking. I’m still holding the knife, but my arm feels as heavy as Godzilla’s tail.
“You are a fucking pussy,” I hiss.
He chuckles. “I’m an opportunist, and I won. Outmatched all of you bitches. Always looking down on me, treating me like shit. Stabbing me!” He screams, lifting the scarred hand in the air for me to see.
“Who’s the bitch now?” I find the strength to say. My mind is just a little muddy, my body is the problem. Did he do something to me? My peripherals blur, dulling my senses. I can hear the booming thump of my heart slamming in my ears.
“You will be. I’m going to have so much fun with you.” He starts unbuttoning his pants, pupils flaring. “And when I’m done, I’ll let my men get a piece too.”
What is he, a villain from a fucking soap opera?
I spit on his cheek. “Not a chance,” I growl. “You’ll never touch me.”
“But I will. In exactly two minutes.” He looks down at his tacky gold watch. “You shouldn’t drink anything they put in front of you, didn’t your mother teach you that?”
He drugged me? With what? My body reacts differently to central nervous system depressants, like roofies.
They work on me like the most powerful tranquilizer.
I know because when I was kidnapped, that was what those fuckers used on me.
I’m feeling that same response, lack of inhibition, dizziness, drowsiness, plus a headache and nausea. I’ll pass out soon. Fucking shit!
“I will hunt you down, tear you apart, and make a rug out of your skin for my aunt’s dogs to piss on!” I slur.
He tears open my shirt and stops to look at my naked torso.
“Oh, is there someone else?” I feel his revolting, sweaty fingers moving on my skin, lingering on the marks River left. “Maybe that bodyguard of yours? Is he your boyfriend? That Frankenstein freak?”
I direct the most murderous glare I can produce at his face. He isn’t my boyfriend. He’s everything and more. The real freak is the loser with bad breath looming over me.
“Well. He’s dead. He’s literally nothing now,” he hisses, pinching my nipple, pulling so hard I almost think he’s ripped it off.
I force my stupid hand to listen to my brain and sink my nails into his arm. Fuck! Wrong hand. The knife is in the other. “Fuck you, Fuckchill. He isn't dead. River will come for me.” I sound like a drunk, stumbling over my words.
“No, he won’t. But no worries, I’ll entertain you and that slutty mouth of yours.” I hear the sound of his zipper going down, and then I see his small dick crawling out. I snort at it. It’s as ugly and pathetic as he is.
“If you need something to play with, use your saggy little balls. You fucking perverted motherfucking nothing!” I giggle at his face. That hairy mole looks hideous on his cheek. Fuck, I feel so high.
The sting from his hand grabbing a handful of my hair shakes me out of my joyful state. “You think you’re hot shit?” He slaps me. Hard. Then bruisingly grabs my face. “Mad dog? More like a barking puppy.”
“Better than looking like a rotten octopus that’s been run through a garbage disposal.” My spit hits his eye this time.
He wipes it off with his hand still holding the gun. “Let’s see how well you can talk with my cock lodged in your throat.”
“Please, that teeny, tiny elf dick can barely reach my uvula.”
He’s pushing my mouth wide when I hear the door banging open. I smile with relief, turning toward it, but it’s not River.
“Done?” Fuckchill asks the man standing on the threshold.
I don’t wait for the answer. With a cry I gather from deep inside my gut, I use the last of my strength and stab him in the shoulder.
He screams his pain as I pull the knife out and pierce his arm with it.
Once. Twice. Then I bite his ear, close my sharp teeth around the thin flesh, clamp down mercilessly, and shake my head until I taste blood. I’ll show him why they call me Mad Dog.
I’m outnumbered. Can’t think straight, and will lose consciousness soon. I don’t know what happened to my kumicho and my bunny. But I’ll keep fighting until my last breath to be sure they’re still with me.
A crashing wave can be potent, but the ocean will get me in the end. When I drown, I just hope it’ll be in his arms.
River
Something isn’t right. My instincts are screaming at me to go find Aki.
Maybe because usually, even if I’m not near him, my eyes can always find him.
Not knowing if he needs me is making me feel uneasy and on edge.
Where the fuck did they take him? I should ask the hostess when she comes back with the drinks.
Kumicho is sitting at a rectangular table, smoking her cigarette and tapping her fingers on the glass surface. Her men are standing, one near the door, another near the window behind her like perfect statues. And that’s how she treats them, like working tools she uses to her advantage.
That’s not how Aki regards me. Even though I told him I’m his lowly bodyguard, I know I’m more than that. I’m the person he goes to when he wants to share his messy thoughts, needs advice, or just to vent. I’m his left hand, his confidant, his protector. I’m everything he wants me to be and more.
And I don’t like not being near him in such a risky situation. How long has it been since I left my phone at the entrance? Five minutes must have passed. Five more, and my crew will barge in. And I’ll force the owner to take me to Aki.
“I know what you and Aki have been up to,” the kumicho suddenly states in her raspy voice, looking straight at me while letting out a puff of smoke.
What have we been up to? Is she talking about Ishida-san?
This turns my edginess up a notch. She never talks more than necessary to me, and Aki is usually present. But today, this is the second time she seems to want to chat.
“The late nights together…” she adds suggestively.
She means… Motherfucking hell! I’m speechless as a mix of contrasting emotions fills my chest, making it hard to breathe.
“You must have an acquired taste. I don’t know how you put up with my nephew. Force of habit, perhaps?” she taunts me.
“Masa?” I ask. I’ll kill him…slowly, if I can still hold a weapon after the kumicho is done with me.
She huffs. “He tells me the bare minimum. He was never a spy; he was simply additional help to Akira’s crew.”
I don’t completely believe her. I know how cunning she can be. Also as the big boss, she has every right to keep an eye on things.
“It was all you.”
Me? I blink a couple of times, showing my confusion.
“Generally, you exude dominance and danger, but when you look at my nephew, there’s a softness there. A longing.” She pauses to drag on the cig. “Lately, those emotions are even stronger. How long did you think you could hide it from me?” Her tone has turned hard. Menacing.
Of course she doesn’t want her nephew, the only heir to the family, to end up with a nobody from nowhere.
“I had no intention to insult my kumicho, but it seems that I did it anyway.” I bend my body forward in apology.
“Don’t patronize me, gaijin. I asked you if he was seeing anyone, and you lied to my face! You both did!” She bangs her hand on the glass table.
“We are just having fun. It means nothing.”
Her chuckles make the hair on my body stand. “Still lying to me. Are you fearless or brainless, gaijin?”
“Neither. If you want to punish someone, punish me. I’m ready to accept it.” I straighten up and place my hand on the table. I’m willing to cut my own pinky to show her my sincere apology if she asks for it.