Angel's Authority

Part Two, Chapter Thirty-One: The Ronin

Based on the Volition Inc.™ game: Saints Row 2™

SHOGO

"Yes, Mr. Vogel. I am sad that it must come to this but the Ronin will transfer your investments by Friday. Yes, thank you. Have a great weekend as well..."

Fuck!

I took the phone and slammed it right against the wall opposite to my desk. I stood up and hit my fists right into the latter, making the piles of papers fly down and my pencils and pens clatter to the ground.

Those Saints are a pain in the ass for this city. The way they wrecked the Brotherhood and even the Samedis... I should have seen this coming. But I will deal with them as I see fit!

"Sir, you are not allowed here, please remove yourself or we'll have to-"

I heard one of my men say to someone before the crunching of bones made my spine tingle. Fucking bitch! Did she find me?! I kicked the chair back and kneeled behind my desk, just as the door was flung open with a loud crash.

"Arigatō jū ichi..."

What? Father? I peeked from out of the desk and there he was. Old and grey with his equally grey suit and yellow tie. His personal bodyguard – the fridge he was – towered high above him with the Ronin attire only without the sleeves and the Katana and Shoto strapped to his back. I stood up from behind the desk to greet my old man, whom I so deeply loved... not.

"... Itsumo no yō ni kagu no ushiro ni kakurete imasu. Shikashi, watashi no musuko no shippai kara hoka ni nani o kitai dekimasu ka. Chottomatte, josei ni ubawa rete mimasen ka?"

"Dad, listen, I can explain."

"Iya, shōgo! Watashi wa ima hanashite iru! Fōgeru-san kara denwa ga arimashita. Ultor to keiyaku o musubu no ni dorekurai no hiyō ga kakatta ka shitte imasu ka?! IMA, ANATA WA SORE O MECHAKUCHA NI SHIMASHITA!"

"Dad, I'll deal with it...!"

"Iya, shōgo. Ronin wa genzai watashi no shiki-ka ni arimasu. Anata ga watashi o sonomama ni shite, watashi ni kore ni jibun de torikunde moraunara, anata wa saizenwotsukusudeshou."

"But-"

"WATASHI O TESUTO SHINAIDE KUDASAI! Watashi no nintai-ryoku wa sudeni usu sugi ma ​​su."

Such an asshole... Forces me to give away my gang. The one I have worked for so hard... But I'll show him who's the boss here. Right then, my afternoon tea arrived. Carried on the silver platter by my most faithful man. I could rely on him. And he at least could speak English if he liked to. Unlike my bastard of a father.

"Your tea, Mr. Akuji."

He said, placing the platter onto my desk, turning to leave. But his arm was held by my father who looked at me in a disgusting manner as if I was made of shit. And of course, he couldn't still talk in English.

"Kore wa dareda, shōgo?"

He asked but didn't wait for me to respond. Ever since, I have only been air to him. I don't remember him ever being proud of me. The leading role of the Ronin here, I have earned through hard work. Nothing else.

Instead, father turned to my man, beginning to talk to him in Mandarin?

"Nǐ yǐwéi nǐ néng piànguò làngrén? Wǒ huì shāle nǐ, wǒ de péngyǒu. Zài wǒ yě shāle tā zhīhòu, xiàng wǒ gàosù zhāng xiānshēng nǐ hǎo."

He averted his gaze away from him and to Jyunichi. I had not understood a single word and when the latter killed my man after father nodding, I was awestruck and could have taken the chair and tossed it against father.

"WHAT?!"

I screamed as Jyunichi was wiping the blood off his Shoto. My father just stood there, not even slightly bothered by the blood that was staining my expensive carpet. He just kept talking down on me.

"Kare no denwa o kensaku shite kudasai. Watashi wa anata ga ichinichinoowari made ni watashi no tsukue no ue ni mitsukeru subete no mono ga hoshīdesu. Chanshi no kono supai wa riyū de koko ni imashita..."

Spy of Mr. Chang? What the hell? I just complied with my father, afraid of suffering the same fate as my best friend and took his phone out of his bloody pocket. Thankfully, we had a good team of hackers that could find out everything and hopefully please my father so he can leave...