Dona was never the kind of woman to play by the rules. When her father died, leaving behind an empire that many thought was too big for her to handle, she proved them all wrong. She stepped into his shoes without hesitation, determined to command th...
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Dona's POV:
After amazing sex with Kimura on my office table, we fixed our clothes and cleaned up.
"Great, I missed lunchtime because of you," I said to him.
"But it was worth it, wasn't it?" he smiled and cupped my face.
"Maybe," I teased and he chuckled before pecking my lips.
"You're your own boss, my darling. You can have lunch at any time,"
"Right," I smiled and pecked his pretty lips.
We smiled at each other while wrapped in each other's arms.
"I think it's about time I take another step ahead with you," he suddenly said and my ears perked up.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes. In two days I'll be flying to Tokyo."
"What for?"
"There's an important business I have there. Well, two important businesses actually. And I will be needing your help. You will be perfect for it,"
"Okay, tell me about it,"
He held both my hands and led me to the couch in my office. We sat and faced each other.
"Dona," he started seriously and I looked him in the eyes. "I have to ask you first,"
"Yes?"
"What do you think about murder?"
My brows raised slightly, genuinely surprised at the question.
"Uh, what?"
"Let me rephrase that. What would you think of me if I said I have murdered people?" he asked seriously.
"I don't know? But I have to say it is not surprising, given that you are a yakuza after all. You must have had people killed for sure. Either that, or you have killed people yourself. I wasn't sure of it at first. Well, not until I saw you beat that one member of yours to a pulp, with your bare hands,"
He stared silently and took a deep breath before replying.
"I have a very violent side, Dona," he admitted in a low voice and it gave me goosebumps for some reason.
"I guessed so. I witnessed you beat someone up, remember?"
"What I'm trying to say is, I can be worse than that, Dona," he added and I stared at him. "It depends on how furious I am and the situation."
