Page 11 of Bound By the Yakuza

My heart twinged a fraction, but I ignored it. No way could I let him in. He was just after one thing - the same thing all men wanted. I was torn. I couldn’t forget how his body had felt when he pressed himself against me in the office. I wanted it so badly.

“I’m not here to entertain you.” I said, crossing my arms. I didn’t miss his eyes roam down to my cleavage. “Now, go. I won’t ask you again. You’re a businessman, can’t you respect what I’m doing and leave?”

Tatsuya shrugged and shook his head. He turned for the door. “Listen,” He said over his shoulder. “I’m no business man. I’m nothing but a mad dog on a long chain. You’ll be happy I’m around if the Shimazu-kai ever come knocking.”

I was left alone in silence.

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TATSUYA

Monday night around 4:00 AM my phone buzzed. Unknown number, someone was calling at a very odd time, even by Yakuza standards. I had just finished my rounds and was about to go get drunk off my chair.

“What?” I barked at whoever dared call me so late.

The sound of a woman’s voice replied, she was breathing heavy. “Tatsuya,” There was an awkward pause. “Shimazu,” She whispered.

It was Karina. My mouth went dry. “I’ll be there in a flash.” I hung up and jumped on my motorcycle.

I revved my engine and tore off through the streets like a madman, running red lights and narrowly missing pedestrians. How dare those bastards try to move into our turf, especially messing with her? After our last time together, I didn’t doubt she could take care of herself, but I would not take any chances. I was under strict orders to watch that area and there was no way I could let it slip through my fingers.

I wanted to call Kaoru but that unlucky ass had gotten food poisoning from some bad take-out sushi yesterday. On a side note, that guy should really be more picky about which 7-11 he bought sushi from.

I’d have to deal with this on my own.

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The door was open and the massage parlor was empty. No sign of any employees or customers. It took every fiber of my self control to not burst in to the rescue, but I took my time. If this was an ambush, I had to be prepared.

The rooms were empty. I turned my attention to the back door. With my gun ready, I kicked open the door.

There was a yelp. Karina.

The door opened into a small bachelor apartment. It couldn’t have been over four tatami mats worth of square footage. There was a tiny kitchenette, a door that presumably led to the washroom and a futon in the corner. It was small but remarkably well kept and neat.

The man tied up in the corner unconscious stood out like a sore thumb. Karina was standing over him. She wore a simple black dress and patent leather pumps. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun that had released tendrils of long hair to frame her face.

Karina crossed her arms. “Geez, took you long enough. If I was anyone else, I’d be dead right now.”

My jaw went slack. I stammered - something I had never done before in my life. How could she have such control over me? This blond beauty had smitten me like a schoolboy.

I closed the distance between us, cupped the back of her head and crushed my lips against hers. She fell into the kiss and I depended it, pulling her body against mine.

Karina moaned against my lips and I finally pulled away for air.

“What were you thinking? Why did you call me? What’s going on?” I jerked my head to the unconscious man in the corner.

A smile played on her full lips. “This Shimazu guy showed up, trying to get me to give protection. Things didn’t go as planned.” She winked. “I had him handled! I just wanted to test you, my yakuza soldier.” She tapped my chest with her finger.

I should have been furious but my blood boiled with lust. I grabbed her and kissed her again. She pushed herself against me, which only strengthened my desire. She would be mine now. There was no holding back.

I wrenched my body away from hers. Her pale skin was flushed and her lips were red. My voice was raspy. “You want this.” It wasn’t a question.

Karina’s chest was rising and falling rapidly. “Yes.” She breathed.

I glanced at the unconscious Shimazu enforcer. “One second.” I smirked. “I’m not exactly an exhibitionist.”

I grabbed the limp body and dragged him to the open window. With a shove, the man fell into the dumpster one story below. There was a crunch of rancid garbage and rats scattered. He’d be pissed when he finally came to. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself.

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