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“Mr. Blair? Is everything alright?” Her motherly face looks so worried for me, and I want to slap her for thinking she has a right to intrude.
But I have a reputation to uphold and a facade I can not let slip. I’ve worked too hard and long to let a bunch of bikers and my personal whore ruin everything. So instead, I wipe my brow and frown.
“Yes, I’m sorry to have startled you. Can you get this cleaned up? I guess the stress just got the better of me.” She nods politely and starts to close the door.
“It happens to all great men, sir. I’ll wait until you are finished in here and then come in to straighten up.” I smile and nod.
The door closes and makes me wonder if she can see right through me. Her eyes may have seen too much over the years. Her ears heard some of my plans. And even though I have never once doubted her loyalty to me, my paranoia over the last couple of weeks gets the better of me.
So I leave my office and find Mrs. Brown in the kitchen with her back to me. She’s in her late sixties and very clumsy. I pick up a cast iron skillet from the stove and swing it, connecting with her head. She falls to the ground without a sound.
I spill some oil on the floor and replace the skillet. I walk back to my office and continue my business. The rest of the staff is due in at seven am. They’ll call 911 when they find her.
I sit at my desk and undo my pants, pulling my dick out, which has gotten rock hard. Why does killing get me so horny? Maybe I should expand the Livestream service I have into snuff films? I stroke while I think of the ways I could murder Aurora and cum all over myself with the image of my hands around her throat.
“Soon, my love. Soon.”
9
MIYA
Ten Years Ago
“Otosan, you asked to see me.”I bow politely like I was taught as a small child.
Respect for one’s elders is a hard-learned lesson in the Japanese culture. Although I was born here in the states, my parents were not and instilled the core values of the society they grew up in.
It has made my childhood very bumpy. I recently graduated high school, and I’m set to go to University in the fall. Tonight we are celebrating my eighteenth birthday with family and friends.
I can only imagine the lecture I’m about to get about appearances and image. My father is a wealthy businessman on the surface, but it’s only to hide his true reason in this country and to keep him here legally. He is unaware that I know about his “alternate lifestyle’” but a few years ago, I walked in on him with a shirt on and saw the massive tattoo anyone from Japan would recognize on site.
I ran away before he caught me staring at the markings of the Yakuza on his arms and back.
“Miya, you are to wed on Sunday.” My eyes which I had kept diverted, snap up to his face in shock.
“What?” He slams his fist on the desk he sits behind.
“Mana o oboete.” Fuck my manners.
“To who?!” I step forward, determined to get an answer from him.
He stands and pulls down his shirt selves, adjusting his cufflinks with the letter F on them. I know that move well. He isn’t going to answer any of my questions. I feel tears fill my eyes.
“You can’t do this. I’m a legal adult.” I sniffle, ruining my false bravado.
“You are my daughter. You will do as you’re told.” And that’s the end of our conversation.
He leaves me standing in his office to go greet our guests because the face of Fukuma Enterprises is more important than anything. Even his family. How’s that for honor?
“Kite Miya,” my mother comes in a few minutes later to find me still frozen where my father left me.
“He’s going to marry me off, Hahaoya. To who, why? What about university?” She shakes her head at me before grabbing my hand.
“America has filled your head with silly ideals. To who and why do not matter. Your only job is to be a good wife and mother.” I plant my feet and pull her to a stop, surprised she’s going along with his plan.
“Hahaoya, please tell me what I did wrong?” I can’t believe they’d just discard me like an old piece of furniture.
My mother gives me a sympathizing look and cups my face gently. She kisses my forehead and offers me a weak smile.
