***1972***
A copycat! A mother fucking copycat! Whoever had the balls to copy me, to make it look like I was killing low-level nobodies… I’m going to cut their head off and put it on a chain to wear on my belt. They are going to suffer. Oh, they going to suffer.
I managed to contain my anger the entire drive back to my car. “So am I going to see you again?” Hibiki asked as he parked next to my Camaro. “Do you want to?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. He gives me a look that clearly says, ‘are you serious.’ “Is that really a question?” he chuckled.
“Then you will.” I nodded, moving to get out. “How will I find you?” he asked, grabbing my arm before I could get too far. I smirked. “You’re the cop. I’m sure you can figure
New chapters are posted Monday-Saturday. Due to a family event, I will not be posting a new chapter Thursday, September 30th. But I promise new chapters will return Friday, October 1st.
It’s been a week since I’ve seen her. And fuck if I don’t miss her. I’ve worked every day at my parent’s tea house, hoping she’d stop in again. But I haven’t seen her or her friends. And she hasn’t stopped by my place. I'm so desperate to try and see her that I’m back at Janson Garage, hoping to find her with her mechanic lover. “Be with you in just a second!” Trevor called out from under the hood of a Cadillac as the door chimed, announcing my arrival. He rolled out from under the car before I could answer. “Oh hey… Hibiki, right? Did your car break down again? Cause I’m sure you aren’t here to see me.” he smiled, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. I don’t know what he was trying to wipe away, but all he did was manage to smear something black over his face. “My car is fine. Thanks. I was just wondering if Yūri was here or if you’d heard
Time stood still as those words echoed in my ears. My father, the bastard, the biggest piece of shit on this planet, and the next person I’m going to kill has ‘decided’ not only that I’m getting married but to whom!? I should have brought my weapon. But killing him with my bare hands will be all the sweeter.“You will marry Rokurō in two weeks.” my father… no, he has lost that title… Takashi decreed. My eyes widened, my nostrils flared, and before I knew it, I had lunged across his desk, knocking him and his chair to the ground as I started punching blindly at his face. “YOU MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!! I’LL KILL YOU! I AM NOT MARRYING THAT LECHEROUS WRINKLED-UP PIECE OF TRASH YOU CALL A FRIEND!!” I shouted. I was still throwing punches as three of my
**Present Day*** “This is insane.” I blinked, shaking my head as I read the most recent email from my grandparents. “I can’t believe her father would do that. It’s appalling.” I frowned. “I fully agree with you, sweetheart. We thought your dad was bad. At least he didn’t think he could force you to marry someone.” Darius agreed. I could feel his anger and frustration with what we just read as I reclined into him. He really does make for a comfy recliner. They are all comfortable to lean into. I wouldn’t have thought they would be given their muscular bodies, but they are. Or maybe I find them comfy because I always feel relaxed and at home when in their arms. “Yes, all he did was try to keep you all away from me while I was in the hospital. “I nodded. It was still a sore spot for us. As far as my father has come i
***1972***She’s Kitsune! I’ve had sex multiple times with a yakuza assassin. I’ve brought an assassin into my apartment, and now I’m bringing her into my parents’ home. What the hell is wrong with me?! I should be arresting her. I should have arrested her at her house. Should have cuffed her and loaded her up into the vans with the rest of the yakuza.But I couldn’t. And I didn’t. So here I am, escorting Yūri from my jeep into my parents’ house. Officially, I’ve completely lost my mind. I am aiding and abetting a wanted criminal. At least her mask is in my glove box. I don’t want my parents to see that. They aren’t stupid, and they’d recognize a Kitsune mask.“Hibiki? Is that you? What are you doing stopping in so la…” my dad
His parents were...well, different from what I’m used to. But I suppose that is to be expected. I didn’t exactly grow up having the best examples. My mother was meek and submissive to my dad. My father was and still is a piece of shit.Hikari and Riko were different from them. Yes, Riko seemed softer, but she didn’t come off as meek or submissive. Not brandishing that iron skillet when she thought we were intruders.It was strange being in their home. And the whole time, Hibiki kept his distance from me. I don’t blame him. I knew him finding out my secret would change everything. I don’t even know why he brought me here. He could have just left me to my own devices. I can fend for myself.But the strangest thing to happen tonight, of everything that’s happened, the one
I sat in my Jeep for over an hour outside my parents’ house. I was torn between the urge to head straight to the precinct and turn myself in for aiding a known killer and to go back inside and hold that same killer in my arms. I’m nuts. That’s all there is to it. I have to be. I know she’s a cold-blooded killer, and I want to be with her. I don’t know what time it was when I finally returned to my apartment. I just know I had a restless sleep. Plagued by dreams, or rather nightmares. In one, I arrived too late and found Yūri being arrested or, worse, shot. I shuddered as I stepped out of the shower, remembering that nightmare vividly. The glass of her window smashed open from the inside. I pulled my jacket up to project myself from the falling shards as I stepped back. And then I saw her falling backward from the window. I screamed her name, rushing for
I don’t think we have any albums like this at the compound. We didn’t take many pictures when I was a child. Just a few for special events. But that was it, and they were formal, posed, fake. They were what my father wanted the world to see. What my mother prayed was how the world saw our family. The perfect happy family instead of a power-mad father, a weak-willed mother, and a murderous daughter.Looking at Hibiki’s family photos stirred something in me. I envied him. I envied what they had. How happy they looked. They had what I could never have. It should piss me off. And okay, it did at the beginning. I was pissed at my parents for not letting me have a life like this. I was pissed at Hibiki and his parents for having such a happy life.But the anger faded, and I just took joy in looking at all the images, of getting this glim
I won’t say it aloud because she’d probably kick my ass. But I could easily get used to coming home from work to her. To her smile. To her teasing manner. And most certainly to her incredible body. Sex after a long day at work is one hell of a fun way to unwind.Too bad it couldn’t last. I’d have happily laid here with Yūri in my arms. But reality was going to come crashing in whether we wanted it to or not. And I know we can’t talk about her father and that stuff if my parents are here. So it was on me to burst our bubble.I frowned as she told me Rokurō, her father’s second in command and her friend’s father, is who her father wants her to marry. I remember seeing the man in the cell. The thought of him ever touching Yūri churned my stomach. “That shriveled nut sack?” I asked. Yūri fell back on
I don’t know who was more nervous as the three of us climbed into a cab to go to our hotel. I know it wasn’t me. I was as cool as a cucumber. I don’t mind my husband having sex with another woman. I certainly don’t mind it being Ivy, either. I wanted to ask some questions, but I knew it would worsen to ask questions in the cab.So I waited till we reached our suite. Ivy was leaning against the wall nervously, wringing her hands with her eyes down as if her black mary janes were the most fascinating thing on earth. Hibiki looked stiff and not ready to blow this girl’s mind kind of stiff. I sighed and sat on the bed, leaning back on my palms. “Okay, you two need to seriously relax. Ivy, have you changed your mind?” I asked her first.She's only grown into her beauty over the
**The Present***“So that’s it?” Forrest frowned as we sat in their living room. I chuckled. “Well, obviously, that’s not all there is. That is just how things ended with Takashi.” I shrugged. “Okay, but well, what happened after that?” Riko asked. The subject of our story was the only thing that seemed to draw her attention away from the shiny rock on her left ring finger.“Well, what do you want to know?” Yūri asked, cocking her head. We don’t mind talking about our lives, but we’d really rather talk about their future. About their plans. We knew the boys were going to propose. And after arriving yesterday for the engagement party, we got to hear all about the romantic proposal at the trellis where they had their first Christmas date and the
“LET ME OUT OF HERE! YURI IS GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THIS!” A very distinct and familiar voice was shouting. “Shut up Bitch!” a man banged his fist on a door. “Who’s that?” Ivy whispered. “Mayu. Yūri’s very pregnant best friend.” I whispered back. “Stay here.” I pointed to the spot she stood before going around the corner, firing three shots. Two headshots and the third man got hit in the shoulder. “Holy shit.” Ivy exclaimed. The guard I only winged fired a shot missing me by a couple of inches, hitting the wall instead. “Dude, I’m like six feet away, and you missed. Pathetic.” I scoffed and shot him in the chest. Let him die slowly. I shoved him out of the way from where he’d fallen to get the door. “Mayu! It's Hibiki! Stand back!” I shouted before busting off the door handle.
I’d been hoping maybe during these last six months, Takashi was going to give up. That he’d leave us alone knowing he’s dead if Yūri sees him. When we came back to the states, I was hoping maybe we could move forward. Get Yūri beyond her need for vengeance.But no. The mother fucker had to get Ivy and Violet involved. Yes, I’m pissed he also went after Mayu and Hachiro. They’d been living peacefully in Canada, and last we heard from them, Mayu was pregnant. So he is not only holding children hostage but a pregnant woman as well. New fucking low.Now I just want him dead. I don’t care how it happens. I don’t care if it’s me or Yūri who does it. But he’s going to die. And depending on how hurt the girls will depend on how badly he gets beaten up before finally dying. He doesn’t deserve a quic
Getting things in place at the warehouse took longer than I anticipated. We made sure there were plenty of traps. I doubt my father would come alone to face me. I wanted to make sure we kept my number of opponents limited. I wanted the old bastard. Be easier to kill him without anyone getting in the way.I had changed into my Kitsune black and red tight leather outfit, my double edge katana at my hip. “You’re still sure about this.” Hibiki asked. I smiled and pulled him into my by his shirt, kissing him hard.“Yes. I will end this tonight. I can control Kitsune’s blood lust. She’ll be satisfied with his death.” I assured, letting him go. “Now they're here, so buckle up.” I winked, pulling my Kitsune mask down at the sound of cars on the gravel outside. He sighed and nodded, his lips pressed into a thin
“I’ve been thinking...” Yūri sighed, tracing random designs into my chest as we lay snuggled in bed. “That sounds dangerous yet intriguing. What’s on your mind?” I smiled. “I want to visit Ivy and Violet. But to do that, we need to put a stop to my dad.” she sighed, shifting to straddle me.I’m not sure if this is the sort of conversation we should have with her sinfully tempting body on top of me. Yūri laughed and wiggled her round ass against my cock, making me groan. It’s really hard, yes, that’s an erection joke, to focus when my eyes can’t look away from her perfect tits.“Focus. Talk now. Sex later.” Yūri wagged a finger at me. “Easier said than done. You’re naked, straddling me with my dick nestled between your ass cheeks. Any idea how tempted I am to ba
**The Present***“Those mother fuckers!” Forrest exclaimed as Hibiki finished telling them about what happened in the hospital in Tulsa. “Pretty on par with their MO.” Elijah shrugged. “But it’s just crazy. Who does that? I mean, yes, I know, obviously my great grandfather. But still. Who but some comic book villain offers to pay someone off to leave someone and threatens their family if they don’t.” Riko sighed.“Sweetheart, your dad lied to you, stole your phone, broke up with us via text, kept everyone away from you till it all blew up in his face.” Darius reminded her. Riko sighed. “Yes, I know. And that was bullshit.” she frowned, folding her arms. “Also not totally unheard of. Did
***The Present***We’ve been so busy since Riko, and the boys arrived going to various events for Golden week that we haven’t had a chance to sit down and continue the story. But today, we will be able to. Today they are at our place, and I’m preparing a traditional tea ceremony just like my mother taught me.Right after they arrived, Yūri took Riko to go change into a traditional outfit. A particular outfit that she wanted to see if the boys would recognize. I had taken the boys to change as well. Forrest seemed the most hyper about it all.“Do you need some Ritalin or something? You’re really jittery. How much coffee have you had, Forrest?” I eyed him. “One cup. I’m just hyped. I have not gotten to participate in a tea ceremony before. And given your mother ran a tea
****The Present****Yūri has been all a-twitter since she woke up today. I know she's excited to see our granddaughter and her boyfriends. Especially as the boys have us curious because they texted us saying they wanted to talk but without Riko around. One of their most significant rules that makes their polyamorous relationship work is they don’t keep secrets.I can only think of one thing they’d want to talk to us about and keep as a secret. And it certainly isn’t for Riko's birthday that we’ll be celebrating during their visit. “Do you think they plan to propose? Will they do it here? During their visit?” Yūri asked as she bounced slightly in place as we waited at the airport.“I don’t know if they’d do it during this visit. Though if the boys do I&rsquo