-Alexandre-
Clenching my jaw, I tried to keep my emotionless facade as much as I possibly could. Feeling a mixture of awe and disgust, I was someone people feared since when have I been the one to be disrespected?
How many men have I shot dead for simply looking at me wrongly? This... child. Sure you may be a big shot in Tokyo and here bastard child, but when you're in my territory you'll get what's given to you petit merde (little shit).
Sure I'll keep calm for now and keep my mouth shut.
... Where the hell did that Katana come from? Laughing coldly in my head I make a mental note to myself, making sure to torture the prick into submission.
"How many men did this guy kill?" I asked just to confirm.
"Err 15.. 16 boss." My subordinate replied with a whisper, swallowing awkwardly. His face was a little pale, his eyes watching Z as he tossed aside an assault rifle carelessly.
Flicking aside his bangs with a blood soaked glove, blood stained his face and dribbled down his black mask which reached just above the bridge of his nose.
As if I was entranced by the sight I watched blankly almost dazed. The way blood dripped down his snow like face (from what could be seen) especially in the moonlight. It only seemed to emphasise his translucent skin, the crimson red which merged into his hair and stained his silk shirt-like an accessory only seemed to make him more attractive and alluring.
Fuck- what the hell am I thinking…. Shit. The deal went bust and now they all know that we're here in New York. They'll either want to kill us or try to rope us in with drugs, guns and cheap thots.
No matter how I try to deny it, that was impressive almost artistic. He's definitely suited for this job, it makes me wonder how death can be so fucking beautiful.
Clawing back my hair in frustration I notice how Nico is still watching him, feeling relieved and annoyed that I'm not the only one to react in such a way.
But why the hell is he still watching? Thinking how insane I must be- May be a little drunk or fatigued. I laugh coldly glancing at Nico with my teeth clenched.
This was my assessment for him, why the hell is this prick still watching. Wanting to almost keep this to myself, my possessive streak blaring, like a child guarding his favourite toy.
Hah. How do I know If I can trust the kid.
Taking a glance at his stick like frame, in contrast to my well earned muscular body. How old is he? 18. What can he do without a gun or an overly exaggerated kitchen knife. Tsk.
"Nico what the fuck is he doing?" I asked coldly, clenching my hand so tightly, that I could smell my own blood.
Flinching he moved quickly, unable to eject the seat belt he coughed awkwardly before rolling down the window.
"Hey kid! If you're done here lets go." Nico shouted out of the car, his strong French accent more apparent as he grew angry with apprehension.
Z simply ignored Nico and flicked the blood off his long samurai sword, before unsheathing it. His grey eyes like pools of molten silver looked back at him blankly, looking at him as if he didn't understand or he was completely stupid.
Cocking his head slightly making him look a little....cute..with his small frame and long black hair which blew up in the wind, adding to his mysterious persona.
Shrugging him off he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, a single cigarette and a cheap plastic lighter. Slumping to a squat as he lit it, the orange flicks of the small flame brought out the slight red in his eyes. A hungry, dark look like that of a starved beast.
バカじゃないの?
(Are you stupid?), gesturing to the front and the back of the warehouse that was blocked off with two large black Range Rovers.
Standing up he walked off to the front of the car and took a seat on the hood removing a side of his mask, so we were unable to see his face. Further pissing me off in the process.
Why the hell is he covering his face? I have some questions and I need answers.
...
After calling for back up to help clean up the mess, Yuki sat on the hood of the car with her legs crossed. Ignoring how her long hair laid on the car moved from side to side, like a paint brush when she occasionally moved her head.
Thinking of something, she smirked slightly as smoke bellowed from her red lips ignoring the aggressive grunting of french profanities being spewed at her.
Slightly straightening out her tie as she rolled her shoulders and neck, looking into the camera to take a look at her appearance. A cross between alluring demon and bloodthirsty psychopath, especially the way her eyes lit up and her blood red lips curved into a wide smile showcasing her dazzling white teeth.
Mateo Luciano is someone she knows through her brother, their somewhat close and knows how she's biologically female. Despite not knowing her true identity. After saving his life one time at a club...let's just say he almost got stabbed by his former one night stand and became interested in her quick reflexes and gambling skills.
Her iPhone was slightly slipping in her grasp but she didn't care as she listened to the repetitive beeps of her lphone trying to gain connection, frowning slightly when the other side wasn't answering.
Standing up she snubbed her cigarette with her blood splattered docs, the ambiguous sounds of heavy panting and moaning, as well as the ruffling of sheets could be heard making her lips curve in amusement. Whilst the wind flapped the black mask against her left cheek,as she distanced herself from the car.
The camera pointed towards the end of the bed displaying an image of pure sexual fantasy- if she was a man that is.
A shot of Mateos lower abdomen could be seen, his six pack abs covered with brunette hair as a naked woman lay entangled in the sheets between his legs. Manicured hands, a garish neon yellow sunk into her large breasts which pressed against his junk as her head bobbed up and down. Her ass which was slightly stuck out jiggled slightly, making Yuki cringe internally as she showed a malicious smile.
Looking at the scene she whistled loudly making Mateo laugh embarrassedly, the camera shaking with his husky laughter. As he tried to flip over the erotic image.
すごいお姉さん, 素敵なおっぱい!
(Amazing Sis, Nice tits) Yuki leered under her breath as her eyes scanned her large uneven breasts, uninterestingly.
Four years of training in medical school and other experiences blocked off or acclimatised her to the different genders, specifically towards certain 'pieces of flesh.'
Especially when working the late shift in the Emergency department before she head back to Japan, she had to help the on-call surgeon... manoeuvre out a cucumber that a drunk had rammed up his anus.
Lets just say the X-Ray scan wasn't the only thing that was unpleasant.
"You done yet? Really disappointed in how your busy fucking up the environment."
The camera flipped over revealing a handsome, slightly tan Italian with hazel eyes and bed head.
"How so?" He said confused, raising an eyebrow as his eyes sparkled with amusement.
"At least fuck a woman with real tits instead with a pair uneven water jugs." She drawled on not seeing his furrowed brows as he looked at her disheveled appearance. "Look... the Areolas not even drawn on properly. Tell me she at least got a discount because that is some cheap ass blotchy work Luce."
"You been busy...?" Placing an arm behind his head, as he watched her clear grey eyes with interest.
"Hmm.." As she was about to reply she noticed Aki and a group of subordinates following behind him. "Un Secondo Luciano" She said before untying the cord off her belt and tossing the Katana to Aki. Still keeping Mateo on the line.
"Find the keys to them and then shove them in the empty warehouse and lit it up." She ordered casually to the rest of the group.
"Yo Matty.." She said with a light tone and she walked over to Oscars corpse. "Do I have news for you." Before flipping her camera around.
"Remember this dude? Check WhatsApp later on K. Lucifer has some serious cleaning up to do... and you were complaining you were bored." She smirked at his blank face.
"How do you know Oscar? Z!" Mateo demanded.
Using her boot to pull down his chin to get a clear view of his face, she said graciously. "Black Ice."
"Shit?!" His eyes widening with realisation. Feeling a shiver down his spine, as anger surged inside of him. A look of hatred crossed his eyes as he thought of the loss of his beloved cousins father.
"Know what else..." She said with a dark malicious smile on her face before flipping the camera back. "The Nakamuras have come to an agreement with the Auclairs."
"Oh mio dio. (Oh My God) Fuck!" He said before abruptly ending the face time.
'After tonight they'll be praying that they don't have a target on their back. No wonder why pops don't deal in drugs.' Yuki thought with a smirk, a black flame burning brighter at the back of her eyes as her fingers twitched with warmth.
Thinking back to the blonde woman and the distinct snake insignia on her wristband.
"Baishe."