Onyx is a city ruled by the Ophidian Cartel . But to 19 year old Adalie Riva , Onyx is the land of opportunity as she leaves home to become a sultry jazz performer . Adalie is quickly enraptured with the vibrant city from its music , it's food and...
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It was their last day in Tokyo and The season was beginning its slow shift from spring to summer. Everything around her was in bloom, the air stirred by a soft breeze. Fallencherry blossoms littered all over Tokyo It was her favorite time of year. Warm enough to wander the royal gardens of Heian Hotel without feeling the threat of a chill, yet cool enough to forgo the nuisance of an oiled-paper umbrella.
She brushed aside the painted silk of her kimono . The fabric felt like water at her fingertips. The color of sweetened cream, its hem bled through with darkest indigo. Pale pink cherry blossoms crowded the long sleeves, unfurling into branches near Adalie's feet. A priceless kimono , the one Luca got for her. Made of rare tatsumura silk. One of the many gifts bought to her by Him over their one week stay in Tokyo . It was beautiful. More beautiful than anything Adalie had ever owned in her life. Perhaps a girl who prized such things would be pleased
“There you are .” Warmth riffled through the Adalie at the sound of this voice. A stirring that began in her bones and thrummed to his fingertips
The husky male voice continued. “I thought I would find you here.” She did not face him . Adalie did not need to look to see his face. His image lingered ever in the forefront of her mind. He was here. With her .
“You know me so well already ” she said
Adalie felt Lucas's eyes settle on the back of her neck. The fine hairs there stood on end, sending a warm buzz down her spine. He was close enough now that she could smell the bergamot in his cologne.
“ I'm leaving to sort out some stuff at my club .” he said “Am I going with ?” “No.” Adalie waited for him to clarify, then sighed to herself when he didn’t.
"It's our last night here and you leaving me alone?" She said
A smile ghosted across Luca's lips. “ No. You have to stay and get ready for your performance tonight .” “P-performance ?.”
“Yeah at the club .Tonite .” His mouth shifted to one side, again pressed into that maddening pucker.
" You want me to sing ? Tonite " He nodded, his expression grim. Then he rubbed the back of his neck, the gleaming leather of his shoulder holster stretching, catching the light. Adalie tilted her head. Cut her gaze. "What ?” Luca's laughter was quick. Caustic. “ Your dress is on the bed and A Bodyguard will arrive shortly to escort you .” “Are you okay with that ?” Luca asked
Her pulse fluttered at the question, her nerves going taut. “ Yes .” “But You didn’t need to.” His grin was devastatingly charming, despite the sharp angles of his features. “Even the gutter rats here knows me .” At that, Adalie laughed. It felt easy. Too easy
Nearby, a figure appeared . Her attention drifted toward the tall white Asian Women The next instant, Adalie smile faded.
Luca followed her gaze. " This is Iraan" She strode before them, her hands in the pockets of her buckskin trousers, a lock of brunette hair escaping her coif. “My, Their is a mess that awaits you boss . I never thought voile's men would be so disrespectful ” she said in a thick accent
