Thisisabout honoring the yakuza. If she’s a spy, then I’ll end this, once and for all. And if she’s not, I’ll help her. It’s the only way I can control my future in the Endo-kai.
“I will help you find your friend,” I say.
Her eyes light up. My teeth grind at the relieved look on her face and how much satisfaction it brings me. My insides melt like butter.
“Really?” she asks.
“If you spy on Mr. Harry for me as well,” I say, bowing my head. “Figure out what’s going with Golden Honor Firearms. Another group has offered a product that has taken away our advantage. Once you find out the details, I’ll figure out what he knows about Piper.”
Lily bobs her head. “Okay. Right. I can do that.”
And though I should be relieved, I’m not. If I do this, it’ll either show that Lily works for the enemy, or it’ll inevitably draw Lilyintothe mafia and put her in danger.
Yet I want to help her.Need to.
And if she’s working for the enemy, I have to find out tonight.
CHAPTER4
DICE
Outside of the two-story house,I stare at the master bedroom window, knowing that Lily isn’t home yet. Lily lives—orlived—with a housemate. I’ve known for a few days that Piper is gone, which means Lily is alone.Nowis the perfect opportunity to kill her.
Instead, I guarded her home like a hawk this last week, making sure no one else dared go near her.
I check my phone. Lily isn’t due home for another hour, which gives me time to investigate her house at my leisure.
I unlock the front door and quickly glance over the bottom floor. There’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Once I’m in Lily’s bedroom, I shift through her belongings, searching for evidence of GHF. I’ve known for a long time that Lily danced for Mr. Harry. I never thought to investigate his presence here. He was one of the few customers who never went truly beyond the club’s rules. That, and his connection to the Endo-kai, kept him safe.
A thong grasps the rim of Lily’s laundry hamper. I hold it to my nose, taking a sniff. It smells like sweet sweat. I picture her swinging around the metal pole, her colorful hair whipping around like streaks of sunlight, the fishnets clinging to her breasts.
Blood flows to my dick and I groan, grasping myself through the fabric. How does she do this to me?
Downstairs, the door swings open. Keys crash into a glass dish.
She’s home already?Damn it.
I fidget around the room. Not once does my brain stop and think about the knife in my pocket. Right now, the knife is not an option. I have to find somewhere to hide.
I turn off the light, then escape into her closet. Before I can close it completely, the floorboards creak. She’s too close now.
The closet is cracked open, exposing a sliver of her bed.
That sugary perfume fills the room. Orange hair tucked into a bun passes in front of the closet door. A flash of clothes. Instantly, I know she’s dressed in a dark gray hoodie with navy blue sweatpants. Flip-flops. It’s her usual post-shift comfort clothes.
If she only knew how perfect she looks to me.
The hoodie flies past the opening, and her electric toothbrush whirs. Gargle. Spit. A grunt. Then Lily returns to the bed, plopping down on the mattress. At this angle, I can only see her legs, and I can tell she’s taken off her bra and panties too.
My dick hardens. I don’t second guess myself; I tweak my position in the closet until I can see her pebbled nipples. The bedside lamp switches off, and in the darkness, the moonlight trickles in from the window, illuminating her soft skin. She reaches toward her thigh, and I twist my body again, desperate to see what she does.
She drags her hand between her legs, tickling her pussy lips.
My mouth waters.
Her fingers glide along that bundle of nerves in a slow circle. I’ve known for a long time that when she has a mentally difficult day, she pleasures herself to ease her anxiety. And like every time I’ve watched her from the closet, every ounce of blood in my body rushes to my cock.
I grab my dick through my pants, urging myself to calm down. I can’t give in to the urge now. She’s just a woman. If any woman was masturbating a few feet away from me, I’d be hard for them too. It’s a natural reaction.
