Chapter Eleven #3
“Because of you, I lost so much time looking for evidence against your company.” Not even ten minutes since he sent Yuki to do the search.
“I thought a nice yubi-tsume, then incarceration—making sure you become some con’s bitch—while destroying your reputation and company with extensive public attention and extra pressure from the media would fit the crime, but you went and tried to off me, my crew, and even Kumicho.
Bold. I would have admired your enthusiasm if you hadn’t chosen Ling Wang as your partner.
” Aki tsks his disapproval and disdain toward him.
Ishida-san is talking now, but the cloth around his mouth prevents us from understanding. Aki flicks his fingers at Masa, and he lowers the gag.
“You dare to treat me like this?” he hisses, propping his torso on one elbow.
If he’s trying to look less pathetic, it is not working.
“I’m the yakuza kumicho’s adviser and the head of one of the most influential families in the US and Japan.
She would never authorize this. You are acting rogue, hoping that your blood relation to her will cover your ass once again.
The other families won’t turn a blind eye this time! ”
I can’t halt the low, angry growl from escaping my throat. Aki turns his head toward me and sends me a flying kiss. It’s the most inappropriate and shameless act, especially in this particular situation, but it’s so him that I can’t help but smirk back.
He chews on his gum for a second before nodding.
“The other families didn’t. Not after I showed them all the proof I dug up against you.
Ling Wang vandalized one of my warehouses, and he tried to rape me.
But Fuckchill didn’t have the brain, nor the balls to bribe one of my company employees in exchange for private files.
He didn’t care about ruining my company or my stature in the yakuza.
He was a short-sighted dick with the attention span of a fly. A puppet, your puppet.”
“I know nothing about that,” the traitor hisses, spitting flies from his chapped lips. I raise the cane and take a step forward, ready to make him talk, but Aki lifts a halting hand in the air, stopping my advance.
“Oh, but you do. You paid someone to get information on my construction company.” Yuki found a couple of calls on Ishida-san’s phone records directed to a shady P.I. agency. I sent Yuna and Karin to check.
“Lies. Where’s the proof you talked about? You have shit!” He spits toward Aki’s feet, but doesn’t hit the target.
“You’ve been trying to undermine me since I got the wakagashira position.
And I have to confess, it was fun for a while.
Your pathetic attempts were at times entertaining.
” Aki’s expression hardens, his jaw tightens while his downturned mouth opens, exposing his teeth.
“But I warned you not to touch what’s mine. There’s no coup de grace for you.”
“I-I didn’t touch him.” The traitor swallows, glancing at me as I pass the cane back to Aki.
“But you sent that idiot to do it. Don’t even try to deny it.
” He pushes the end of the cane against his throat before the traitor can continue.
“It was your turf, you knew the restaurant owner since you were kids, who, by the way, had a bag filled with cash in his office, the same exact amount of money you took out of your account a day earlier.” He yanks the cane back and presses the end on Ishida-san’s inner thigh, right near his family jewels.
“No. No! You-you are making this all up. I want to talk to the kumicho! I demand to—” His agitated blabbering is stopped by the chewed cinnamon gum hitting his cheek.
Why does Aki like to do that? It’s childish and pointless.
“I didn’t do anything. The kumicho did. She tricked you so well, you never saw it coming. Idiot.” Aki signals Masa and Yuna to pull the man up.
“You should kneel at my feet, you scum! Being part of the yakuza meant something before your grandfather stole the title from my uncle. I’m the rightful heir, not a crazy psychopath with a taste for blood,” Ishida-san shouts, fighting against the hands forcing him to move.
“Untie his hands and place one on that crate.” They follow the wakagashira’s instructions while the traitor keeps twisting.
Aki opens his palm toward me, and I know what he wants without asking. I unsheathe my gun and place it in his hand—my fingers linger a little longer around his before I let go.
Later, he mouths, making me want to put a quick bullet inside Ishida-san’s head so that I can take Aki home and fuck him until tomorrow.
Aki points the gun toward the crate, but the man is still futilely trying to escape by writhing and wiggling. “Yuna, stop the squirming, otherwise I’m going to blow his dick off instead.”
She lands a vicious hook into his guts and then impales the back of his hand with her knife on the crate, successfully making him stop moving and crying out.
Karin claps with enthusiasm at her girlfriend’s ruthless method. Then a shot resounds, and the traitor’s pinky gives a short fly before rolling on the floor and stopping a few inches from Soma’s foot—he doesn’t look up from his book.
A traitor always deserves yubi-tsume. Ishida-san lets out a long scream as drool drips down his chin.
“Let’s move to the main dish, shall we? Karin, bring your bike here.” He gives me the gun back and the cane.
“Okay, Akira-san.” She skips happily out of the room.
“I enjoy fucking up traitors, but for you…I’ll make an extra effort.” Aki smiles evilly at him.
“Tie him up with the chains,” I order them. I grab the cane with both hands, and with a firm motion, I break it on my knee. Then, looking directly in Ishida-san’s half-lidded eyes, I throw the broken pieces at his feet.
Yuna kicks the back of his knees making him fall on his belly. “Are you going to perform Evil Santa’s Sleigh, Akira-san?”
He nods at her.
“What is that? If I can ask, Mr. Boss.” Masa is helping Yuna tie the man’s hands with the metal chains.
“I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” Aki sends a sinister look at Ishida-san.
When the feet are restrained as well, they hook them together with the hands, leaving a metal tail that will be used to drag him. The traitor’s back is arched, forming a C with his spine, hands and feet pulled backward.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” Yuna declares, just as Karin enters noisily, riding her neon green Kawasaki Ninja. She stops a foot from the traitor, lifting a cloud of dust over his bound body.
I tap on my pack of cigs until one comes out. Then I light it up and drag a puff. The menthol helps cover the blood and motorcycle exhaust smell.
“My baby is all yours.” Karin bows toward Aki and then steps back on ballerina’s feet.
“Do you want him gagged again, wakagashira?” Soma asks.
“No,” Aki states nonchalantly. “I want to hear him screaming.”
For now, he’s coughing and wheezing.
I toss my cig on the ground and step on it. When Aki walks to the bike, I follow him. I outstretch my hand to help him mount it. He rolls his eyes but takes it.
“Let your unhinged side shine,” I whisper right into his ear, just to see his wicked gaze landing on me.
“How about you let me ride you after?” he murmurs darkly. Masa is right, I pop stiffies right and left when Aki is near me. Fucking hell. I take a few steps back to try to calm down.
“Stop. You can’t…do…this,” Ishida-san coughs out while Yuna hooks the chain to the bike. He’s flapping like a fish, gasping and writhing, but his movements are hindered by the chains.
Aki turns on the engine.
Yuna gives him a thumbs-up when she’s done.
He smiles evilly at Ishida-san while rolling on the throttle once, twice, three times.
The bike doesn’t move since he’s holding the brakes, the revving sound is deafening.
Every time he gives it gas, the traitor lets out a gasp filled with terror.
Even before actually starting, Aki is capable of reducing him into a sobbing mess.
Finally, he lets go of the brakes, and the bike speeds off, pulling quickly on the chain and taking Ishida-san with it.
The room is wide, almost like half a football field.
Aki has all the space he wants to drive.
The dirty floor covered in rusty nails and pieces of broken wood.
The traitor is screaming at the top of his lungs, grunting and groaning.
The position they tied him in doesn’t allow him to shield his face.
Aki makes a turn and the bike yanks the man off the ground and then with a loud, sickening thud, takes him right back down—a bone-cracking one.
Again and again. A path of blood soon forms on the floor as the bike keeps going in circles.
The body is now almost unrecognizable. Soon it won’t even look human anymore.
After a few more minutes, seeming finally satisfied, Aki stops the bike right next to me. He has a big grin on his face.
“This motorcycle is a beauty,” he tells a jumping Karin, while giving the dashboard a kiss.
“Check if he’s dead,” I tell Yuna. “If he isn’t, finish him off and take care of the body…and the pieces scattered around.”
She moves toward the bloody pulp behind the bike.
I’m sending a message to the cleaning crew when Aki suddenly jumps on top of me. Legs hook behind my back and hands lock on my nape.
“I’m pumped!” he declares, pulling not too hard on my ponytail while my hands grab his juicy ass.
“I can feel that.” His dick, I mean.
“So do something about it,” he pouts, tightening his grip like a damn cobra. Is this what I have to expect from him from now on?
I’m about to give him a snarky response when I hear the sound of cars from outside. Soma jumps down from his crate and walks out of the room, while Yuna and Masa keep removing the chains from around the body.
“It’s Kumicho,” he announces a few seconds later when he steps back in.
I let go of Aki, but instead of sliding down my body, he stays put. Of course.