Four

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You noticed the relaxation in Sanzu and Koko's shoulders, as the grip on their guns untense. You make a small sound with your lips, a low whistling note and watch as Sanzu's ears perk up. He noticed the phone in the corner of the room and gives a small peace sign, and smiles. You shake your head to yourself, and stand up and enter the room, Mikey still on your tail.

"So what happened? Who's this?" You asked, taking a look at the man lying dead on the floor with a single bullet to his forehead. Blood was seeping out from the wound and running down his body, staining the carpet of the VIP room.

Koko takes a quick glance at the body once again and looks back over to you and Mikey. "He's a Bonten underling. A traitor, selling out information to other gangs. A great way for making money, not such a great way to get caught." He scoffs, a little disgusted by the traitor's body.

"I mean he's dead now. There's no problem." You say, but Sanzu turns his head at you and gives you a look.

"He sold out information about us, sweetheart. Us. Confidential information. He deserved a worse death." Sanzu explains reaching into his pocket for his packet of pills. You notice this, and grip at his wrist tightly and give him the look. He understands the message, and sheepishly slips them back into his pocket.

"So you're saying that there are other people that know this information, correct?" Mikey repeats all the information currently known. The three of us all nod our heads.

"The boss of Tensei should be here soon. Should we attack?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at the boys. "Because I have a plan."

SANZU POV
She explains the plan briefly, giving us enough room to act on our own accord, as long as it doesn't ruin her role in the plan.
I watch as she pulls at the roots of her hair, creating the look that she had gotten grabbed by the hair. She undoes one of the two braids, letting her hair stick to her neck and face. She orders Koko to grab the duct tape in the corner of the room that she had spotted when she entered, and give her a piece, long enough to cover her mouth and scar. She tugs harshly at the dress pants, hearing the all familiar tear of the expensive fabric as upper thigh began to show. She pulled at the shoulder of her suit coat, now uneven and unbalanced with one side hanging off her shoulder. She began to unbutton her white blouse and buttoned it again, but only to leave a mismatched button right at her cleavage, only just hiding the Bonten tattoo. It was the perfect look for the plan she had in mind. This was the advantage we had over Tensei, they knew that Y/N and I were in a relationship, but had no idea whatsoever what we looked like.

Mikey sat down comfortably in the middle of the couch, putting Y/N to sit on his thigh, while Koko and I stood on either side of Mikey. Mikey grabbed at Y/N's duct-taped wrist behind her back loosely, but it was convincing enough that the Tensei would like she was a hostage. In fact, even though her wrists were duct-taped, Koko had made slits in the edges of the tape, to ensure easy breakage. Soon enough, the footsteps resonated from the outside of the door. A tall man stepped into the room, followed by his two most trusted men.

"What on earth happened here?" He asked, looking down at the dead man slumped onto the wall, before glancing over at Y/N's bound figure. He took a quick look at her exposed cleavage through the gap in her shirt, before looking back to Mikey.

"We know that he's a traitor, selling off our information to you guys. So he got what he deserved," Mikey said calmly, keeping Y/N still on his lap.

"And who's this pretty lady?" He stared down at Y/N's figure once more, taking in her body. I wanted to slit his throat, for looking at her as if she was his toy.

"One of our whores. She did a great job pleasing me while we were waiting for you," I replied to his comment, giving him a sly smirk, playing the part I had to play. I ignored Y/N's mumbled speech cut off by the duct tape, and her crocodile tears, which were very realistic. "We'll give her to you since you were the one who initiated this meeting." Instantly saw his face glow a little, grateful that he was able to get his hands on a beautiful woman like Y/N.
Sorry to disappoint though.

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