“Alright.” I headed back over to Kenji. “It’s time for dinner. Ladies, please let the Fangs and our other guests in.”
“Oh no.” Hiro frowned. “Do we really have to?”
“Behave.” I sucked my teeth. “Oh and my slave—”
“He’ll be fine.” Kenji took my hand. “She can continue to watch him.”
I sighed and lowered my voice. “Must you be so possessive?”
“I’m a dragon, Tora. We hoard.”
I rolled my eyes and looked at the woman in charge of my slave. “Bring him near the table, so he can see me, please. Oh, and let him know he can eat.”
Kenji groaned and guided me away.
Okay. This event is almost done. We just have the dinner, contest, and a little karaoke and then I’m cuddling in bed with my man.
As we approached the table, everyone took their seats. Hiro sat on my right and Kenji lowered on the chair to my left. Meanwhile, the Claws took their chairs throughout the table leaving spaces here and there. And to my surprise the twins had invited Katsumi and Natsumi to come along, allowing the women to sit across from them.
Seconds later, the dragon-shadow uncoiled from Kenji's shoulders and rose. It was still massive, a good thirty feet of shimmering wispy scales and black shadowed smoke.
Intrigued, I watched as the beast stretched up and narrowed its golden eyes at the giant dragon claw breaching the ceiling above us. It tilted its head. Then it floated upward and circled the claw once, slow, sniffing along the gold talons.
The violinist finished her solo and the jazz band took over, jumping right into a fun beat.
Then, the doors opened and a parade of boisterous fashion themed in sparkling black marched in, telling me that this dinner would be anything but calm.
Because the Fangs had not just entered.
They hadmotherfucking arrived.
Hiro loudly groaned. “We should have never invited them.”
All I could do was stare with my mouth open.
Oh my god!
Chapter sixteen
The Boisterous Parade
Nyomi
Thebandwentintofull 1920’s jubilant swing. The trumpet flared with bright and sassy notes. The piano followed bouncing in between. The drums kept a rhythm that made my shoulders sway.
Meanwhile, Kaoru rolled in on a motherfucking wagon coated in black sequins.
His two pretty girlfriends pulled the wagon by velvet ropes. They had the nerve to be wearing six-inch heels as they dragged the wagon and Kaoru forward. Their hair was pinned in deep finger waves. Diamonds dripped from their ears. Their dresses were cut low, but it was clear that all eyes were supposed to be on their man.
Kaoru stood on top like some pink-haired Cleopatra in a black satin tuxedo with pink sequin musical notes embroidered on thethighs and a long gold cigarette holder pinched between his two fingers.
The second his wagon crossed the threshold, Kaoru's gaze went up to the massive claw hovering over our table. He held out his hands and hooted. “Oh, this is going to be quite a night! Look at that claw!”
His girlfriends had taken serious time on his hair. These pink ringlets bounced with each micro-movement. They were tight candy curled coils that belonged on a porcelain doll, not on this huge muscular man. Granted, it was so ridiculous that it was damned near endearing.
A jeweled brooch the size of a peach pit was where a tie or bow would be, right at his throat. It was black diamond at the center and pink rubies clustered around it.
“The true guests are finally here!” Kaoru held his hands out.
