Kano looks me up and down. “Do you know who you’re fucking with?”
Ignoring his question, I demand, “I want a meeting with Tanaka.”
“Your brother is alive,” Kano says, his tone filled with anger and disrespect.
The sound of screeching tires fills the air as more Yakuza soldiers arrive on the scene, and it has Raffaele saying, “We have to go!”
I quickly glance over my shoulder and notice Santi bringing the SUV closer while John limps toward the vehicle. It’s only now that I notice he’s been shot in the leg.
As my sight focuses on Kano again, my arm flies up, and I shoot him in the shoulder. “That’s for my men. Next time, I’ll kill you. Get your fucking boss to make contact with me, or I’ll wipe out his entire organization.”
With the warning hanging in the air, I run toward the SUV while Raffaele has my back. We climb into the backseat before Santi speeds toward the oncoming cars.
Even though some of the Yakuza soldiers open fire on us, Santi maneuvers the SUV around them before fishtailing onto the road. He floors the gas, and I quickly glance out the back window, seeing one of the cars coming after us.
“Lose him,” I order Santi before I look at Raffaele and John. “How are the two of you holding up?”
“I’m fine,” Raffaele answers. “But I’m out of ammo.”
John tightens a belt around his thigh and lets out a grunt.
“We’ll take care of you at the airfield,” I tell him while patting his shoulder. “Hang in there.”
He nods, sweat beading all over his face.
“Do you think Tanaka is going to contact you?” Raffaele asks while he lifts my shirt collar to see where the blood is coming from.
“It’s just a cut,” I tell him. I take off my jacket and fold it before I press it to his shoulder. “Keep it there so you don’t bleed out on me.”
As he carries out the order, I respond to his question. “We’ll have to wait and see what Tanaka does next.”
If he doesn’t crawl out of his hiding place, I’ll ask Georgi and Adriano to come with more men. They’re the heads of the Rizzo and Torrisi families and also my best friends. One word from me and half the Cosa Nostra will descend on Tokyo.
The Yakuza started this war, and it won’t end until Masato Tanaka apologizes for what his incompetent men did to Riccardo and Gianna.
It’s a matter of the Cosa Nostra standing strong and showing our enemies we won’t allow anyone to fuck with us.
Chapter 8
Yuki
Feeling feverish from all the pain, I struggle to remain in a kneeling position while I wait for my father.
Every time I sway to the side, Yutaro either growls or slaps me.
It feels like I’m dying.
My left arm hangs limp at my side, and I struggle to keep my eyes open, my vision filled with spots.
When I was dragged out of the hospital, the doctor and nurses were very upset, but Yutaro didn’t care.
I wasn’t even given clothes. I’m still wearing the hospital gown and underwear, and it’s doing nothing to keep the cold from creeping into my bones.
I sway forward and catch myself with my right hand.
“Straighten up!” Yutaro snaps. “Your father is coming.”
Yutaro is my father’s guard dog and the most violent man I’ve ever met. He’s the sole reason my father is still alive and still the head of the Yakuza.
