The Yakuza's flower

Giving In (18+)

!!This Chapter Contains NSFW 18+ !! You have Been Warned !!

Kizaki's POV

It had gotten very late (midnight,) to be exact and Boss still hadn't returned from his little beach date with Miss Ume.

Normally he'd be back around this time, and although no one said it outright, the clan was beginning to worry.

I figured he'd probably decided to stay at the safe house near the beach.

Still...

I needed to make sure he was alright.

I told the others I'd go check on him so everyone could stop worrying, then got in the car and headed toward the coastal safe house.

When I arrived, I noticed lights shining through the windows.

So the house was occupied.

I let out a small sigh of relief.

I was right. Boss is here.

I walked up to the front door and quietly slipped off my shoes.

Just as I reached for the handle—

Crash!

My heart nearly stopped.

Then came another loud thump.

...Was someone attacking him?

Without another thought, I slipped inside as quietly as I could, ready to catch whoever had broken in by surprise if Boss needed help.

But the moment I stepped inside...

I froze.

The living room was a disaster.

There were fresh holes in the walls, broken glass scattered across the floor, furniture shoved out of place...

What on earth happened here?

I carefully followed the sounds deeper into the house.

At first, they sounded like muffled voices.

Then...

Soft moans.

They gradually became louder.

I blinked.

"...Maybe... he's not fighting."

I know it wasn't any of my business.

Really, it wasn't.

But I convinced myself I needed to make sure it was actually Boss. If he'd brought home some woman for the night, it would be my responsibility to see that she was taken care of afterward.

Just one quick look.

That's all.

I leaned around the corner.

Boss was there.

Hovering over a woman, holding her close.

I couldn't see her face at first.

Probably someone he met tonight...

Then she turned slightly.

My eyes widened.

Miss Ume?!

I immediately looked away.

My face grew hot as guilt washed over me.

Idiot! Why are you peeking?!

Without making another sound, I quietly backed away, slipped out the front door, put my shoes back on, and left as fast as my dignity would allow.