I welcome Akimi Kaneshiro, an organized crime leader, killer, friend, husband, and parent.
This is the introduction of my very first OC, Akimi Kaneshiro. This book is about the life he choose to lead as an international criminal. How will this effec...
"Kaede...When I say only kill him...I mean ONLY kill him-" Akimi instructed to his son before letting him leave the house.
Kaede rolled his eyes.
"Benjamin Hendricks. He fucked up our recent artillery shipment, your aunt Setsuko was furious so be efficient please."
"I'll try." Kaede said.
"No promises~"
Akimi hit him on the back of his head.
"Just be safe. Please, baby." Akimi said, teary eyed.
Kaede hugged his mom and boarded the private jet headed to Miami.
---Meanwhile---
A man with thick dreads and dark skin wearing a black and red suit left the air strip in a black Lexus.
"He's off to America on his next mission. We can finally catch him alone." Kelile said.
"Хороший. (Good.)" Vanya said with a smirk.
The mafia leader was wearing a black lace dress, heels, leather gloves, and had her now longer black hair down. It was almost as if she never aged.
Kelile bowed.
"Немедленно покажите принца в мой кабинет. (Escort the prince to my office immediately.)" Vanya ordered.
The body guard left the room and entered a large hallway. It was dimly lit with gold trim lacing the walls. The red carpet led through the massive Russion mansion for quite some time before stopping.
Kelile knocked on the dark wooden door once. No response.
"Master, Nicolas?"
No repsonse again. Kelile opened the door.
The room was huge with more dark red carpeting, a gigantic open fireplace, a desk, and a king sized black satin canopy bed.
The body guard heard rustling from inside the black curtains and he opened them.
A tall, very fit man with disheveled white short hair and caramel skin was hovering on top of a smaller person with long black hair. He bit and kissed the smaller human's neck, laughing lightly to himself. Both of his huge hands were placed on either side of the smaller one's head.
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(Nicolas, Korean/Columbian/Russian, 6'7", 20 years old, Male)
"Я немного занят, Kelile ~ (I'm a little busy, Kelile~)" Nicolas said in an out of breathe voice.
"I do apologize, Nikki but, your mother is requesting your presence. may I ask how you knew it was me approaching you?" Kelile asked.
"The pace of your walking, and I could hear your shoes hit my carpet. You are the only one is this house who wears, የአፍሪካ አለባበስ ጫማዎች ፣ Kelile. እነሱ ከሩሲያ ቆዳ የተሠሩ አይደሉም። (African dress shoes, Kelile. They are not made of Russian leather.)"
