The dining room was massive. A long wooden table stretched through the center of it, dark-stained and polished enough to catch the overhead light. We brought out dishes, plates, cups, sake, beer, and wine. The ceramic clinked as we set each place.
Chef Bunzo's assistants helped arrange the food while Yoichi and Kaoru positioned chairs.
Satoshi and Zo still hadn't come back which told me that they were definitely fucking.
And what about Rin?
I looked at Kaoru as he set a chair down. "Could you check to make sure Deja made it back to their villa?"
Kaoru smiled—a wicked smile that made me nervous. "I've already checked. Everything is fine."
I frowned. “That isn't an exact answer about what is going on.”
“She’s safe.”
“Safe from Rin?”
Kaoru and Yoichi exchanged glances, and then they remained silent.
Wow. The Fangs are definitely loyal to each other.
I placed my hands on my hips. "Rin better not be trying to have sex with Deja and put a silk bag on her head. I'm going to go off on him if he does."
Yoichi chose that moment to go in the kitchen.
Kaoru raised his hands, surrendering. "Hey, I have nothing to do with any of this."
"I'm just saying."
Kaoru grinned wider. "In this situation, everyone's consenting adults."
“Deja won’t be consenting to a bag over her head. She might knock Rin out for even suggesting it.”
Kaoru chuckled. “Rin can take a hit or two.”
“Whatever.” I straightened the last glass and stood there for a second. The table looked good. Full, ready, and waiting for people I loved to fill it.
Then, the door opened.
"Tora."
Every nerve in my body went still.
I turned.
Kenji.
Chapter forty-seven
Homecoming
Nyomi
Kenji filled the doorway the same way a gun sat in its holster—contained, still, and dangerous even at rest. His massive shoulders were squared, yet his weight leaned left. That was the only crack in a posture that belonged to samurai bloodlines and centuries of men who refused to kneel.
The white bandage on his forehead couldn't hide the bloom of blood beneath, a crimson confession of what he'd endured. Purple bruises marked his jaw and cheekbone.
Baby. . .
