Papa can I kill you

Chapter 23

May 18 XXXX

It was a day with rain in heavy downpours. I looked out the window on the second-story building, watching the rainfall and fall. "Boss the east side ports have been reviewed and finalized. All it needs is your agreement." One of the lackeys said, and the other hummed in response as if agreeing.

"Miha...Miha...Soo Miha." I snapped out of my daze as the low, cold tone voice called out from behind me. I slowly turned my head around to look at the person sitting cross-legged in the chair—an arguably handsome fellow in his early 20's. Black hair frames his evenly shaped face very well, sending off a sense of dominance, piercing dark eyes that narrow with murderous intent. Well, fair and unblemished skin and a deep bass tone that shakes the very soul. Simply put, drop-dead, handsome. I was currently carrying out a request well, several in a bundle. I'm going undercover to skim out the traitors of the Sakamano group, which was also a yakuza group well known for many of their connections and achievements. Added to that, I was also to pose as their boss's new lover for a while to please the old boss of theirs until he kicks the bucket, and a rival request was to skim out some inside information from the Sakamano group. These requests were from varying clients, but all of these are unknown to the new boss, Sakamano Yahiro, the youngest boss to lead the Sakamano group and bring it to its golden years.

Originally I was going to refuse because of how troublesome it was, but the pay was too good to pass up, and honestly, it's been a while since I had done any undercover work. So I accepted the requests, and I was set up with a new identity and information to use freely without being traced back to my original data. It's very convenient. Meeting the guy wasn't all that hard since all I had to do was go into an alleyway that just so happened to have both the Sakamano group and Banza group leaders meeting face to face, ready for a deathmatch with an army of 30 or so from both groups. I wanted to be a bystander and stay out of the mess, but the fight dragged me in by force, so I did what any rational, normal, human person would do...beat the shit out of them. This would, of course, attract attention, and that's what I wanted-maybe. Both leaders stopped their monetary dispute to look at the new foreigner that crashed their party. I chose to play the cold, evasive, and sightly aloof type of girl who also has a gloomy side for leather jackets and black clothes. I mean, doesn't that just scream out charming.

The three of us had a long staring contest, and once the Banza leader quit, only Yahiro and I were left to see who was going to win. Spoiler alert it was a draw. We got interrupted by the hounding cheers of the Sakamano group. Only at that did the two of us snap out of it and realize which side had won. After completing my objective of attracting attention, I stealthily left as if I never existed—this is where the carrot and the stick method came into play.

After few days, then a few months, this is the result we have as of now. Our relationship seen from the outside looked less like lovers and more like unsociable friends. Still, in reality, even if we don't interact with each other much, the two of us had figured out each other's habits and work schedules, plus other things that don't need to be mentioned because it is unnecessary. If I were to describe this Yakuza heir, it would be overwhelmingly considerate. I mean, he doesn't show it on his face, but if I ever request something, he'll buy it for me asap without my acknowledgment of it. He caters to all my needs if I ever needed any and basically spoiled me to bits...it doesn't feel bad. It's not something I would get used to or even like, but it's pretty nice once in a while.

Back to the situation at hand, I continued to look at Yahiro, and he kept his eyes locked with mine. The atmosphere was tense, but this was a little inside game between the two of us. So far, it's been a lot of ties. "Uh...boss?" The lackey quietly kicked up, and the two of us looked over at him. "...I'll come back at a later time to grab the papers." Then the poor guy left with a hunched back, scurrying away like a mouse that spotted a cat.