There’s no way I can have this baby.
I’m sorry,I think again, a single tear sliding down my cheek.I’m so sorry.
sixteen
Leonid
5 years later
Will I see you again, Leonid-san?” Akiko purrs, sliding her long, jet-black nail down my chest. Her petite body is still glistening with sweat, the detailed tattoo that shows her ties and promise of loyalty to theSumiyoshi-kaiYakuza runs from her back down to her ass, a stark contrast to her creamy skin.
I peel her hand away from my chest and climb out of bed.
“No,” I answer, as I pull on my pants.
She pouts, her full lips gleaming in the dim light of the bedroom. “But I thought we had something special.”
I snort, buttoning my shirt.
“You’re Hiroshi’s mistress. There’s nothing special about that.”
She sits up, the sheets falling away to reveal her pert breasts. “But Leonid-san, I want you. Not him.”
“What you want doesn’t matter. This was a one-time thing. Don’t make it more than it is.”
Akiko pouts. “You don’t mean that, Leonid-san.” Her eyes narrow. “If you don’t accept me, I’ll tell Hiroshi you rape me. He’ll kill you.”
Pulling on my suit, I bark out a laugh. This little cuntthinks she can threaten me?
I stalk toward her, my hand snapping out to grab her hair, yanking her toward me. She yelps in surprise, her naked body colliding with my clothed one.
“Listen carefully,kiska,” I say. “You don’t threaten me.Ever. I could snap your pretty little neck before Hiroshi even picks up the phone.” I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re nothing to me. Just a warm hole to fuck when I’m bored. Remember that.”
She trembles, her eyes wide with fear. Good. Fear is respect. Fear is power.
I straighten up, adjusting my cufflinks. “Now get the fuck out of my sight. And if you ever try to threaten me again, I’ll make sure Hiroshi knows exactly what his little whore has been up to.”
Akiko scrambles out of bed, snatching her clothes. “Kutabare! Bakayarou!” she hisses.
I ignore her, pouring a drink.
The door slams. I down the vodka in one gulp, enjoying the warm tingle down my throat.
Women like Akiko come and go, thinking their pretty faces and tight pussies give them some kind of power over me. But they’re all the same in the end.
None of them interest me. Not really.
Except Red.
“Blyad!” I slap myself hard, trying to shake the thought of her from my head.
What the fuck is wrong with me, still thinking about some woman I fucked five years ago? A woman whose face I’ve not seen?
Irritated, I pour myself another drink, the vodka sloshing over the rim of the glass. I down it in one burning gulp.
I glance at the clock. It’s 3 AM. I should try to sleep, but I already know it’s pointless. There hasn’t been a night of decent rest since Ludis crawled out of whatever hole he was hiding in.
My phone buzzes on the table, and I snatch it up, my jaw clenching as I see the message. Another fucking cyberattack, this time on our offshore accounts.
