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I knelt before him, waiting for him to speak.
Nakamura was an older man of wide stature but no less intimidating than the two bodyguards on either side of them. His suit was tailored to perfection, and the gold rings on his fingers glinted as he swirled a wine glass around.
The silence weighed heavy on me.
"So, you're the kid that the kyodai have nominated to join the clan," he said.
"Yes, sir," I said, keeping my eyes on the ground and my head bowed.
My heart pounded in my chest wildly, but I couldn't let on that I was scared. If I could join this clan, I might be able to pull myself out of the poverty that my mother's depression had led us to.If I joined Nakamura-sama's organization, I would gain access to wealth and resources. The thought of joining the yakuza was exhilarating, and I needed to provide for my family.
"Well, kid, if you're going to join our clan, you must prove your loyalty and strength. Do you understand?" Nakamura-sama asked gruffly.
"Yes, sir," I responded promptly.
I waited patiently for him to instruct me.
"Very well, then. You're going to do something that proves your worth to this clan," Nakamura-sama commanded.
"Yes, sir," I replied, shifting uncomfortably. I knew that whatever it was, it was going to take a lot of work.
Over the last few months, I'd made a name for myself by roughing up debtors or extorting shopkeepers for protection money. The Nakamuras had a massive web of criminal enterprises, from drugs to prostitution to illegal gambling. They also had the entire Niigata police department under their control.Some people said that the glory days of the yakuza were over, but they seemed more powerful than ever in my eyes. They controlled everything. There was nothing they couldn't achieve. And I wanted to be a part of it.
As Nakamura-sama spoke, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He was cruel, ruthless, and cold-blooded. He commanded nothing but respect. His presence was overwhelming, and I found myself wanting to earn his approval.
"First, you must show me you're willing to sacrifice for the family," Nakamura-sama declared, his tone hardening.
"Yes, sir," I responded immediately without hesitation.
"The kyodai tell me you have a lot of potential, young man." Nakamura nodded to one of his men, who stepped forward and handed me a photograph of some salaryman.
"This man owes us a substantial amount of money," Nakamura continued. "You will ensure that he pays up. If he refuses, you'll find another way to convince him."
I gulped nervously, knowing full well the lengths to which Nakamura-sama would go to collect his debts. I took the photo eagerly, examining the man with narrowed eyes. He looked familiar.
"I'm sure he'll pay up," Nakamura said.
Despite his reassurances, I remained skeptical. The yakuza had a notorious reputation for their brutality and violence.
It was common knowledge that they dealt with their enemies in unspeakable ways that left a lasting impression, often serving as a deterrent to others. While it was widely believed that they were responsible for the disappearance of numerous individuals who had crossed them, these rumors were never substantiated by concrete evidence. Despite being feared and despised by the public, the yakuza was treated with reverence by those seeking power and control.
I nodded, determined to prove my worth and loyalty to the clan. "I'll take care of it."
I looked at the photograph closer as I walked out of the meeting room. There was no doubt about it: that man was one of my teachers. I hadn't expected people in such honorable jobs to get caught up with yakuza loan sharks.The thought of harming my teacher made my stomach churn, but I had to fulfill my duty. I decided to approach the man discreetly, hoping to resolve the issue peacefully.
Too bad it didn’t work out that way. That man was my first kill. The first of many. The first kill that set off an insatiable bloodlust that led me to become one of Nakamura’s best assassins before I was even eighteen.
Chapter sixteen
Julia
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Is there anything morerestful than a long sleep after an incredible fuck? Probably not. But the fact that said wonderful incredible fuck was with a yakuza assassin who'd kidnapped me and was now living in my house complicated things.
Just a tiny bit.
I opened my eyes and looked around. Sasuke was gone. I pushed myself up on my elbows and stretched, wincing at the stiffness in my muscles.
