#the odds of you getting coochie from me rn are SLIM.

[itoshit]

Sighting while looking at the mess I've made, I pick up the knife to cut the ropes off your wrists and ankles.

Now on my knees I look at you.

I wasn't feeling particularly guilty but I felt bad.

'Am sorry for my men. Bonten isn't supposed to behave like this.'

Your eyes were throwing daggers at me and I could understand the why. But fuck I was sick.

Why did I want to fuck you here on the spot?

'I'm gonna pick you up and bring you somewhere else to treat your wounds. Don't fight, it won't get you anywhere.'

Holding you close to me I left the room sticking of blood and joined my office.

Not the same where we fucked last time, no. The office in Bonten's hideout.

Putting you on the leather sofa I called the doctor. I'd no idea how to take care of injured people anyway.

'Your wounds are not very deep. They won't leave scars, I just need to sew one up and you'll be good.'

'Thank you'

Sitting in front of you two I was watching you carefully.

'Vee. I really want to explain the whys and the hows but I prefer waiting for our guest. She'll tell you everything herself. She's not supposed to come too late anyway'

'Fuck you'

'Look. I've never pretended to be the good guy. Before even having sex with me you knew who I was. You saw my gun. I warned you about your friend and you still decided to not listen. Resulting in my executives and I doubting your innocence. Our methods are not clean, and my hands are tainted with blood. But that didn't prevent you from begging me for more.'

'You should have done your researches better'

'Probably. But as I said before, we're ruthless. We kill people and I found torture to be quite... efficient to obtain answers. That's our way. You're lucky they didn't hurt you more.'

Hearing you scoff I look at you.

'So now I should be grateful ??'

A loud knock cutting our discussion short, I saw Sanzu and Koko entering the room while the doctor was leaving.

'Right on time. Your bitch is arriving soon. Vee, if might I say Veenus, this is Haruchiyo Sanzu and Hajime Kokonoi. Two of my executives. And the two who've been in contact with your friend Natalie.'

'Natalie?'

'Grace, Jackie. Busy yourself for the time being, she'll arrive soon anyway'

Now sitting next to me Koko started counting his cash while Sanzu popped a pill.

'And Haruchiyo, next time a girl gives you drug, don't. Or I'll kill you too'

Raising his hands in surrounder Sanzu laid on another couch.

You looked out of place, you in my office, blood on your legs.

'You wanna eat something? Drink something?'

'Lasagnas please'

'Oh that's Mikey's favourite food'

Glancing at Sanzu who looked already wasted I took his jacket thrown besides me and wiped the excess of blood on it.

'Hey Mikey what the fuck?? This shit costed me thousands yens!!'

'And??'

'Koko gimme some money so I can-'

'Why would I? You always come to me when you're low on cash.'

'The hell? You're my friend?'

'Clearly not'

Your chuckles surprised the three of us I think. Stopping what I was doing I looked at you and saw you smile. But as soon as you noticed it, you dropped it.

While time passed my personal chief cooked what you requested and you were now eating, not even looking at us.

'Mikey?'

All eyes turning to the door, Ran was standing tall and proud with a petite blonde woman by his side, bruises all over her face.

'That must be the star of the night. Where are the bruises from?'

'Not us, our guys found her like that'

Frowning I was ready to stand up and examine her but you overtook me and jumped on her, hugging her tighlty.

-Mikey

now….

I squeeze Nat hard, forgetting about her wounds and my own for a second. Pulling back, I frown at her face. Purple peppers her browline, cheeks and jaw in bruises of all shapes and sizes, blood dribbling from her nose. She looks awful. Like me. Nat—

Mikey separates us, and keeps me behind him with strength I didn’t even know he had. I claw as his back, trying to close the distance between my friend and I. His friends restrain me, leaving him to examine Natalie without any hassle. Took you long enough, he quips, gripping her chin roughly, a low whistle escaping his lips as he perused the damage. Somebody fucked you up before we could. How many people have you pissed off, Natalie?

The chef comes in just then, a steaming tray in their hands. They bow immediately, knowing they’ve just entered a tense situation at a really inopportune time. He unveils the cheesy dish, its delicious aroma wafting up my nose. My mouth would water any other time, but tonight I just feel sick. I play with my fork as a sign of good manners, but other than that the food went untouched.

Hey, Mikey calls my attention over to him, tapping the outside of my thighs—furthest away from my injuries. Eat.

As much as I wanted to say it was spite keeping me from stomaching my favorite dish in front of him, I can’t manage to. I had been through too much today. Food’s the last thing on my mind.

Mikey frowns at that. I almost make the mistake of thinking he actually cares for a second before looking away, remembering what went on a few rooms down while he watched. Fuck him, and his fucking organization. I wanted out of here as soon as possible.

But for now, I guess I had to play jury duty, my friend from diaper days up for persecution. How fucked up was that?

Well, Natalie, Mikey smiles, the venom behind it faintly hidden. Why don’t we start from the beginning? When exactly did you become an enemy of Bonten?