卍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀「R18 - English」 (KokoxReader)
A twenty-four-year-old woman named l/n y/n fell into the trap of one of Japan's worst organization executives namely, Kokonoi...
"Where the fuck did you go? You're fucking late for the first time", Sanzu comments, both hands in his pants while his eyebrows creased in annoyance.
"The hell you care?" Koko rolled his eyes at him and walked passing away from him.
"Mikey's waiting for us.", A voice from behind talked. It was a man with a slender frame, with a natural black hair down and a prominent scar that vertically runs down the right side of his face. He was puffing on his white cigarette; his white long-sleeved shirt was crumpled and had three buttons opened, plus his black neck was loose.
"How minutes, Omi?" Koko asked while buttoning his shirt and brushing his hair sideways.
He was diverting their attention; they might put him on a hot seat if they got in the meeting room. Even if their attention were always on Sanzu or with the Haitani brothers, their odd-tasting ideas were nasty and awful.
"Five minutes.", Takeomi uttered and blew thick, gray smoke from his mouth. He got his attention off when a phone vibrated from his pocket. His facial expression went flat and straight face when he glanced at it. He suddenly clicked the phone's side button and returned it to his pocket as if he had read nothing. Takeomi puffed again from his short-length cigarette and rubbed it against the ashtray.
There were in the luxurious living room of a five-story building, waiting patiently for the man they mentioned earlier. The living room is filled with black silk couches and a two-seater black Cleopatra with a shiny gold frame. It was intricated with complicated swirls on its side and below. Paintings worth millions were also affixed on the wall, plus different black and gold horizontal wall lamps filled the room. Also, the room was centralized cold, making the gentleman won't complain hot.
Five blazing hot men were situated beautifully on the couch while the other man was standing on the door frame, acting as a chain smoker. But the other man rocks in his Aegean blue curtain hairstyle and a prominent scar running from the back of his skull to the leftmost side of his face. It slightly touches the corner of his visually impaired left eye. He wore a black Custom Slim fit Piqué polo shirt, partnered with a Versace Greca belt and a Louis Vuitton drawstring trousers. He had his eyes closed and arms crossed on his chest; he looked perfectly indulging in his position.
On the other hand, Koko kept looking at his smartphone as if he was waiting for something to ring. It was unusual for Sanzu that Koko was giving his phone too much attention. He kept observing him while his legs crossed out and puffing smoke from his cigarette. His eyes squinted when he got up and flew away from the room.
