Owned by the Yakuza: A Japanese Mafia Bad Boy Romance

by London, Ariel

  I was worked into a frenzy by the time he decided to give me more.

  Without warning, he plunged a finger inside me, pulled out and then pushed in two. My body opened to him easily. I felt hot and dizzy. I needed a release.

  As if reading my mind, Tadao spoke. “Does my girl need to cum?”

  I nodded, moaning as he curled his fingers upwards, pressing his fingertips against a sensitive spot.

  The gentle strokes became hard, plunging in and out of me and stretching me open. He leaned down, breathing against my neck and then biting.

  As his teeth scraped my skin, my body tensed and buckled as I came. I wriggled against the bonds that tied my hands above my head, but I was helpless. He pushed inside deeper as I had consecutive orgasms. When I was finally spent, he withdrew his hand.

  I could smell the sex around us.

  “Do you think you can manage one more?” Tadao asked, stroking his manhood with his hand that was slick with my juices.

  “Please,” I managed to whisper. “Use me until you’re satisfied.”

  “Now that is something I love to hear.” Tadao knelt over me, stroking the soft flesh of my inner thighs. “You’re so perfect, Oriana, and you’re all mine.”

  Tadao thrust inside me. The brief pause had relaxed me, now my pussy was tight around him again. He bore down on me, pumping in and out of me like a beast. He propped himself up with his hands on either side of my head, holding my arms and staring into my eyes as he ravaged me.

  The look in his eyes was enough to bring me to the edge. His breaths were hard, interrupted by the occasional groan. He lowered himself down and kissed me, untying the knot around my wrists.

  I wrapped my arms against him, tracing lines down his back with my fingernails.

  It was as if time stood still. I looked at him, catching a glimpse of my own reflection shining in his dark brown eyes. This is what a true connection felt like. Our souls becoming one, tied together in knots at our cores.

  The pace intensified. Tadao grabbed my ass and held me as he hammered away.

  Jolts of pleasure rippled through my body. I tried to arch and rub against him, but I was a captive in his arms.

  He was getting close. His breath was straining, as if he never wanted to stop. Tadao brushed his lips across my cheek and down to my neck, where he bit into the curve between my shoulder and neck.

  The pain was enough to send me over the edge. I moaned, pressing my hands against his hard muscles.

  Tadao held me against him as he came, shooting seed, again and again, gasping with every spasm. He set me back down on the sofa, sweat glistening on our bodies.

  I blinked dreamily, basking in the afterglow. I barely noticed when he pushed himself off the sofa to go to the washroom.

  “Oriana. Why are your suitcases packed?”

  I was snapped out of my post-sex daze.

  Tadao must have seen the mess in my room on his way back from the bathroom. He stood there, shirtless, leaning against the wall and waiting for my answer. I doubted inviting him over to the sofa for round two would help in this situation. He had the plane ticket in his fist.

  “Well,” I chose my words carefully. “One of my Aunts from Scotland called and she wanted to see me. She just heard about my parents and she thought that maybe it would be a good time to get together.”

  “Get together,” Tadao said flatly. “Are you forgetting about the debt that you owe the Himura-gumi? Or were you planning on catching the next flight out of here to get out of our deal?” His eyes grew dark. “Don’t play with me like that, Oriana.”

  I swallowed hard, standing up to dress. I felt his eyes on me as I pulled my clothes on quickly.

  “Oriana, look at me.”

  I turned around, staring him in the eye. I wouldn’t let him know that he was scaring me. I couldn’t look intimidated or he would win.

  “You were going to leave without telling me?”

  “I wasn’t aware that you were in charge of my every move.”

  Tadao gritted his teeth. “We had a deal.”

  “I would finish paying you once the vacation was over.”

  “You can’t go, it’s not safe.”

  “Safe?” I was taken aback. “Are you threatening me?”

  “No! No,” Tadao said, taking a step forward. His hands were clenched at his sides. “No, that’s not what I meant. Something else is going on right now, Oriana. I can’t let you out of my sight.”

  My face went red. “You know this whole owning thing is supposed to stop once the sex is over.”

  “It’s not about the sex!” Tadao shouted. “And I could give a fuck about the money.” He threw his wallet down on the floor. “I could have paid that debt myself if I cared that much.”

  I glanced at the wallet and then up to him. “Then what do you care about?”

  With three strides, Tadao came to me and kissed me. He held my shoulders, kissing my lips with more tenderness than I had ever felt from him. “I care about you,” He said as he broke away. “I’ve been trying not to. I shouldn’t mix business and pleasure, but I can’t help myself. I’m crazy about you.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Tadao

  忠夫

  “You know this whole owning thing is supposed to stop once the sex is over.”

  “It’s not about the sex!” I shouted. “And I could give a fuck about the money.” I threw my wallet down on the floor. “I could have paid that debt myself if I cared that much.”

  “Then what do you care about?”

  Her. I hadn’t realized until earlier when I was scared for her life. I loved her. A weight was lifted from my shoulders as I admitted it to myself.

  “I care about you,” I said as I pulled away from the kiss. “I’ve been trying not to. I shouldn’t mix business and pleasure, but I can’t help myself. I’m crazy about you.”

  Oriana’s arms fell limp to her sides, her cheeks flushing and her dark green eyes staring at me. She was quiet after my confession. Too quiet.

  My heart twanged with fear.

  Finally, a soft smile spread across her face. “Really?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  Oriana rested her face against my chest. “I’m so glad. I was beginning to think that it was just about sex with you. Or because of the money.”

  Honestly, it started that way. Of course, I wanted to make sure we got that debt taken care of. And the first few times I fucked her, it was only because of her perfect combination of beauty and kinkiness. Now, it was different. In that moment that I feared for her life, the overpowering need to protect her took over me and now I realized that I was dangerously close to falling in love.

  I had never been in love before. I hadn’t even wanted it until I saw how happy my brother and his wife were together. Seeing the photos from the wedding made me jealous and angry. I deserved this happiness too. Maybe I had found it.

  I wasn’t the best with words, so I held her instead.

  We sat in the silence, doing nothing but listening to each other breathing.

  I tried to relax, but my mind was still going a mile a minute. The Shimazu-kai were targeting her because of her proximity to me. Just like they did with Cassandra – and she had almost been killed a few times. If it had not been for Kenichi, she might have been. Now my Oriana was going to suffer the same fate if we didn’t get this situation under control.

  “Oriana,” I said, rubbing her arm with my fingers. “I was thinking that maybe you should go to Scotland for a little while.”

  Oriana bolted up. “What? Why?” A mixed expression of hurt and confusion flashed across her face.

  “Just for a little while,” I promised. “I don’t think that Tokyo is safe for you right now.” I grabbed my blazer from the floor and pulled her photograph out of the breast pocket. “The Shimazu-kai, our biggest rivals, are targeting you. I found this on a guy who attacked me earlier tonight.”

  Oriana snatched the photo, her eyes growing wide and round. “This is from t
wo nights ago, the night before our date. How would they even know that we were seeing each other?”

  “You’re sure it’s that night?” My eyes narrowed.

  Oriana nodded, pointing at the dress she was wearing. “I haven’t repeated an outfit yet; this was on Thursday night.”

  I clenched my teeth and took the photo back. How could they know that she was important to me? If they were spying on me, they wouldn’t have seen her in public with me until our date. That meant they got their information from somewhere else. I had been betrayed.

  “You need to go to Scotland. Come on, I’ll take you to the airport.” I stood, throwing my shirt on and buttoning it.

  There was a pause. “No.”

  I looked up at her. “What?”

  “I said no,” Oriana said defiantly. She crossed her arms, sitting on the sofa in her wrinkled sweatpants and shirt. Her hair was like a rat’s nest. Her eyes blazed. “I won’t leave you if something bad is going on.” She grabbed the plane ticket from where I had dropped it on the floor, crushing it in her hand.

  “The safest place is away from me, Oriana,” I argued.

  “The safest place for me is right beside you.” She stood and wrapped her arms around my waist, nestling her head against my shoulder. “I didn’t want to leave,” She whispered. “I just needed to know if you felt for me the same way I felt about you. It isn’t about the debt anymore, though I will still pay it. It’s grown to so much more. I can’t leave you.”

  I swallowed hard. Her words made my heart want to burst.

  “I’m in love with a yakuza,” She said softly. “And that’s ok. I understand the risk.”

  “Don’t make that decision yet,” I warned her. “We barely know each other. There’s so much more to the yakuza that you don’t even realize. Let’s take this slow. Once the feud is over, then make your decision.”

  “And the debt,” She added.

  “Screw the debt!” I could barely hold back my frustration. “You can’t be working at the hostess club while the Shimazu-kai are after you and we have an informant to silence.”

  “I have to pay it off. There’s not much left. Two nights at the most.” Oriana’s eyes burned. She was not going to take no for an answer. “It’s a matter of honour, Tadao. I will pay that money. I don’t know how it was racked up, but I am going to see this through to the end.”

  “Have it your way then,” I sighed.

  Oriana smiled. “So, I guess some makeup sex is in order then?” She grabbed me by my collar, dragging me back down to the sofa.

  #

  We made love until the sun came up. She fell asleep in my arms, laying in her bed.

  I blinked, my eyes were heavy. I needed to get out of here, there was so much work to be done. She was a wonderful distraction.

  Buzz, buzz, buzz.

  My phone was vibrating along the hardwood floor. I groaned and edged away from Oriana slowly so I wouldn’t wake her. I pulled the sheet to her shoulder and looked around for my phone.

  Buzz, buzz, buzz.

  I found it under the bed. I snatched it, swiping the screen to see a bunch of text messages from Tatsuya, Masaru, and Kenichi.

  Kenichi: Flight’s booked, we’ll be back in two days

  Tatsuya: Your car is clean. Where are you? I parked it outside your condo. Idiot, answer me! I’m going to leave it unlocked so it gets stolen. Just kidding.

  Masaru: I found that dirt you wanted. We need to talk.

  #

  Typical Masaru, he would never give information out over the phone. He was so suspicious and he had every right to be. Though, I doubted the Shimazu-kai had any hackers as good as him.

  I left without waking her. I took the train home. I looked terrible, tired and dirty. There was blood on my shirt from the fight, and my clothes were wrinkled from lying on the floor all night.

  Before I met up with the kyodai, I desperately needed to shower. I made tea, bathed, shaved and dressed. No matter how good I looked, I still felt exhausted. “I can’t wait until you’re back Kenichi,” I muttered aloud as I texted him. “Then I’ll be able to sleep again.”

  As Tatsuya promised, my car was parked in my stall at the condo and locked. Inside, there was a note of a crude drawing of him killing a caricature of me. I rolled my eyes. “Real mature,” I chuckled.

  I met Masaru in the office. Yuji and Kaoru were there. Yuji’s arm was in a sling, but aside from that he seemed to be doing well.

  Masaru breathed a sigh of relief when he looked up from his phone. “There you are, I thought you’d never get here.”

  “I wasn’t very presentable. Forgive me for wanting to shower first.”

  “Aw, you don’t have to get all dressed up for us,” Tatsuya said, appearing from behind the desk with a bundle of papers in his hand.

  I shook my head, ignoring the comment. “Well, what’s up? You said you needed to talk to me.” I crossed my arms. “Let’s get to it, I haven’t slept properly in days.”

  “And you’re not about to anytime soon,” Masaru said, grabbing the documents from Tatsuya. “It seems that McMillian-san had a lot more going on than a little bit of debt with us.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Ok, let me have it.”

  Masaru plopped down behind the desk, opening the file and flipping through the information that his shatei had gathered. They were good at what they did. “Ok, so first off, Gregory is his middle name. His first name is Thomas.” He glanced up to make sure I was listening. “He started using Gregory on legal documents around 2011, the first time being when he signed the lease for the apartment where he was living until the car accident. According to this, he went by Greg with family and friends for most of his life but suddenly started using it on everything. They moved halfway across the city in 2011, further away from where he worked at the University of Tokyo, all the way to the outer edge of Shibuya. Then he quit and took a job at the Tokyo Institute of Technology.” He took a breath. “You still with me?”

  I nodded. “Ok, so what of it?”

  “Well, we dug up some past stuff from when he went by Thomas,” Masaru paused. “It seems that we aren’t the only group he owed money to.”

  I took a breath. “Let me guess, Shimazu?”

  Masaru nodded. “He borrowed money from them six years ago to pay debt and interest that he owed a different family, and the chain continues from there.”

  I sank down on the sofa, rubbing my temples. “Ok, so he was a serial borrower with a gambling problem.”

  “Yes. And he never paid back the Shimazu-kai.”

  “How much did he owe?”

  “About fifty million yen.”

  My mouth went slack. “Are you serious?”

  Masaru nodded grimly. “Yep.”

  Shit. That was like five hundred thousand US dollars. He must have racked up an unbelievable gambling debt. And then to have the balls to just disappear and not pay? How did the Shimazu-kai not catch him? Even they weren’t that stupid.

  “Alright, so he disappears and tries to turn his life around,” I thought aloud. “Then why did he borrow that little bit of cash from my father?”

  Masaru shrugged. “Maybe he was going to start gambling again. It seems that before, he would borrow a small amount, pay it back promptly and then ask for more credit. It’s pretty common.”

  “Yeah, I know,” I was the finance guy after all. “But for whatever reason, he stopped.”

  “Maybe he got help. There’s no indication that he was ever caught for illegal gambling, but something must have stopped him.”

  “Fear of getting snuffed by the Shimazu-kai, probably,” Tatsuya spoke up. Yuji and Kaoru nodded in unison.

  “That would do it. Or maybe he was refused further credit and just couldn’t continue gambling without his family finding out,” Masaru added. “Did your girl say anything about it?”

  My girl. The feeling was still so fresh in my chest. “She’s not my girl,” I said, knowing that I wouldn’t convince anyone. “And no,
when she asked me why he owed the debt I just told her that it was grouped with the other gambling debts. I had nothing else to go on. She seemed surprised.”

  “Addicts are good at covering their tracks,” Kaoru said.

  Masaru shut the file on the desk. “Yes, and that’s all we got. We don’t have any idea who he was borrowing from before the Shimazu-kai.”

  I shook my head. “You did wonderfully, thank you.” I stood up. “So now, the question is… What do we do about it?” I held up the photo that had been taken of Oriana. “They’re targeting her and we need to offer her protection until this gets sorted.”

  “We can’t pay that debt, Tadao,” Tatsuya said as if reading my thoughts.

  “I know!” I shot back. “I know. But we can’t let them kill her over her father’s debt.” The thought of it made a chill run down to my bones.

  “You know that’s how it works.”

  I turned at Tatsuya. “No, that’s not how it should work. There’s no way a girl who just lost both of her parents could work off that much money. They aren’t even going to give her the choice. Just because her parents died before they could get revenge…” I trailed off.

  “What is it?” Masaru caught the look in my eyes.

  “She said her parents died in a car crash. What if it wasn’t an accident?”

  PART THREE

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Oriana

  オリアナ

  “You’re here early.” Hide flashed me a smile as I walked past the bar.

  I waved at him. “Yes, I figured I should make up for missing my shift yesterday.” I leaned against the bar, setting my purse down on the stool beside me.

  Hide glanced at the clock. It was seven, there were two hours until opening time. He was always in first to prep the bar and kitchen before the customers started to come in. There were bangs and shouting coming from the swinging doors behind him. The kitchen staff was unloading an order.

  “I’m going to miss this place,” I said, tracing a circle on the bar with my finger.