I bared my teeth into a snarl.
Who the fuck is to blame for this?
For these next days, I had planned to give her nothing but diamonds, champagne, long mornings tangled in silk bedsheets, and my tongue on her pussy.
Goddamn it.
Even worse, there was another complication in the mix.
Please don’t let Hiro hear about this.
Even with so many after us right now, I knew we could get out. My men weren’t just trained—they were bred for this. Reo had already prepped the building for at least five different ways out. Add the fact that my Fangs didn’t bleed easy and my Eyes saw every angle before it formed, and there would be no one that could stop us tonight.
But none of that mattered if Hiro found out about this.
He’d just buried Nura. His grief was raw. If he caught even a whisper of what was happening right now, he would come.
With the Claws.
With his swords and guns.
With his heart torn open and ready to die for me without even thinking of the fact that we would be fine.
Fuck.
I could already see Hiro bursting through the front entrance, barefoot in blood, wild-eyed and too quiet. Shirtless. Still smelling like the whiskey he was currently using to drown Nura’s memory. Screaming in rage with a lollipop clenched between his teeth.
He would fight everyone and give no thought to his own safety.
Damn it.
After Jobon’s and my mother’s death, I couldn’t lose Hiro too.
This had to end now.
Clean.
Fast.
Total annihilation within the next hour.
Before the calls started, and Hiro discovered what was going on.
Tick. Fucking. Tock.
Chapter one
A Language of Pain
Kenji
I reached the rest of my men. All of them were battered, bruised, and coated in blood that wasn’t theirs.
In front of them, Reo kneeled over someone in the center. My Roar’s knuckles were split and stained. His glasses were gone, and a cut sliced across his eyebrow. Yet his spine was straight and his hands methodical as he tortured a huge man lying on the ground.
I took in the other five bound people beyond them.
Good. They kept several alive.
