Call it my inner investigator.
But I was doing my due diligence. I didn’t want to find out too late that he had fed me a polished lie with a lace napkin.
What’s it going to be. . .Dragon?
Kenji looked at me—really looked. His gaze trailed over my face, like he was reading every emotion that passed through me. He didn’t ask a single question.
He didn’t need to.
A beat passed.
And then, with one short exhale, Kenji turned his head toward the door and barked out a loud command in Japanese.
His voice cracked like a whip.
I almost jumped.
Meanwhile, the entire war room and hallway went silent.
Hiro blinked in shock.
I glanced over my shoulder.
Reo stepped backward into the room, rubbing the bridge of his nose like he was ten seconds from snapping. His shirt was now wrinkled, his posture slumped like the woman had worn him down to the bones.
She loudly huffed.
Then came the thump of determined footsteps.
The pregnant woman—maybe-baby mama—marched in like she was storming Versailles. Her blush pink silk dress clung to every curve, her pearl-strap slippers clicked with purpose, and her expression was pure thundercloud.
Every man in the war room stood a little straighter.
A few exchanged glances.
Even the ones with guns.
Kenji didn’t move.
Neither did I.
But Hiro had pulled out a wrapper, wrapped it around his lollipop, and tucked it in his pocket. Then, he muttered to the Claws. “Two queens. One crown. Should we get popcorn. . .or body bags?”
The Claws snickered.
I watched her walk up.
Alright. Let’s see what’s truly going on.
Chapter twenty-five
The Cock-Hard Edge of Restraint
Kenji
I was going to hurt my Tiger’s pussy.
Make it throb.
