Hanma X Reader: Bonten's Princess

Gearing Up

A week had passed since Aominé returned to Tokyo and rejoined Bonten. The days had been filled with luxury—Hanma wined and dined her every night, indulging her in fine dining and lavish outings. For a while, it felt like her old life: the spoiled girlfriend of a top executive. But beneath the surface, a creeping unease gnawed at her. The reality of what she'd returned to was impossible to ignore.

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Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains as Aominé stretched across the bed. She reached out instinctively for Hanma, but her hand landed on cold sheets. He was already gone, likely out on business. Sighing, she sat up and ran a hand through her hair, the warmth of the morning doing little to ease her growing apprehension.

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After a quick shower, Aominé dressed in her usual style: a leather mini-dress with fishnets, platform boots, and a spritz of vanilla perfume. Her makeup—winged eyeliner and glossy lips—completed the look. As she entered the dining area, the conversation at the table immediately halted. Takeomi, Sanzu, and Taiju turned to her, their gazes sharp and attentive.

"Good morning to you too," she said, raising a brow as she helped herself to a plate of food. "You guys act like you've never seen a woman before."

Sanzu grinned, twirling his katana between his fingers as he leaned back in his chair. "Not one like you."

Takeomi smirked, rising to his feet. His black hair with blonde streaks framed his sharp features. "Good morning, gorgeous," he said smoothly, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "Want me to feed you? You know I'd do it."

Aominé laughed, pulling her hand back. "Oh, Takeomi, you're going to get me in trouble. What would my boyfriend say if he walked in right now?"

He looked around with exaggerated drama. "I don't see your boyfriend anywhere. Do you?"

Before she could respond, Taiju's deep, gravelly voice rumbled from his seat. "You're looking for Kokonoi, right? He already left. Told me to bring you to him. Are you ready?"

Aominé turned to face him, swallowing hard. At 6'5" and built like a tank, Taiju was a towering presence. His muscular frame and piercing gaze made her feel small in comparison. "Yeah, I'm ready," she said softly.

"Good." He rose from his chair, his movements deliberate and commanding. "We'll take my truck."

As Aominé followed him out, Takeomi muttered under his breath, "Fuck you, Taiju. You saw we were having a moment, you damn ape. Take your big-ass back to the jungle, Tarzan."

Taiju raised a middle finger in reply without breaking stride. "Keep running your mouth, Takeomi. You're lucky I don't shut it for you."

Sanzu snickered, watching the exchange with amusement. "You two really don't know when to quit."

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Taiju's truck was as imposing as the man himself—a sleek, souped-up black Ford F-150 with tribal markings that mirrored his tattoos. The ride to the warehouse was silent, the tension in the air palpable.

When they arrived, the scene outside was pure chaos. Around twenty men loitered around the entrance, some shooting dice, others scanning the perimeter. As Taiju stepped out of the truck, the atmosphere shifted instantly.

The men froze as his booming voice cut through the noise. "Line up!"

They scrambled to obey, forming a straight line as Taiju strode past them like a general inspecting his troops. His sharp gaze swept over the group, and veins bulged in his neck as he barked, "This is Aominé. She's Shuji Hanma's woman and part of Bonten. You will address her with respect—or I'll make you regret being born. Got it?"

"Yes, sir!" they shouted in unison, bowing deeply.

Aominé followed Taiju inside, the lingering fear on the men's faces sending a chill down her spine. As intimidating as Hanma was, Taiju's presence was on another level.

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Inside, Koko and Inui were seated at a table surrounded by small briefcases. Koko's face lit up when he saw her. "Aominé, you made it! Sorry for leaving without you. I had a lot to handle this morning. Thanks for bringing her in, Taiju."

The towering man gave a curt nod and left without a word.

Koko motioned to the briefcases. "These hold $300,000 total—$30k each. Your job is simple: take the money to these locations." He handed her a list. "The drop-offs will be quick. They know what to expect, so there shouldn't be any issues. If anyone tries something, handle it. Headshots only. Got it?"

Aominé nodded, though her stomach twisted at the thought. Koko gestured to a sleek black sedan, where nearby men were loading the cases.

"Inui will be your bodyguard today," Koko continued. "You've been out of the game for three years, so we're not taking risks."

Inui, ever stoic, gave her a small wave. His jade-green eyes met hers briefly before he turned away.

"Still a man of few words, huh?" Aominé joked lightly, trying to mask her unease.

Koko laughed, opening the car door for her. "You know him. 'If it's not important, don't say it.' That's his motto."

Sliding into the driver's seat, Aominé forced a smile. "Thanks, Koko. You always make things so easy."

"That's what I do, sweetheart. Now, get moving." He winked as the garage doors opened.

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As she drove into the streets of Tokyo, Aominé couldn't shake the heaviness in her chest. The first drop-off was thirty minutes away, but her mind wasn't on the job.

It wasn't just the money or the danger that weighed on her—it was the realization that, despite Koko's charm, she was trapped.

I don't want this life, she thought bitterly, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. But I don't have a choice.

The skyline blurred as regret settled in her heart like a stone. This wasn't freedom. It was survival.