THE EXCHANGE IZANA KUROKAWA X Y/N READER

FUCKED UP

Third Person:

Izana Kurokawa, the notorious yakuza boss, sat behind his mahogany desk in his lavish home office, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. He exhaled a cloud of smoke as he stared at his wife, Y/n, who sat across from him.

"What have you done, Y/n ?" he said, his voice harsh with accusation and anger.

She whimpered as he had brought her in here forcefully after she refused to tells him what she did while she was on the phone in the hallway with one of her Leitenants.

She confessed her secret. "I ordered my men to kill Manila's Advisor," she said, her voice shaking with fear. "It was my revenge for her trying to take my babies and I had her advisor killed becausehe was responsible for cutting the breaks of my aunt Angela's car a few years ago."

Izana's face hardened. "You can't keep taking matters into your own hands like this," he said sternly. "It's only going to complicate things further!"

"But it's the only way to make sure She don't come after us again!" Y/n cried. "Manila should have never touched my babies-she left my daughter in the driveway and my son dangled from a hedge, he could have fallen!"

"It's over now," Izana said, his voice softer now as he placed a comforting hand on Y/n's shoulder. "You need to stop this back-and-forth feuding and making enemies with the wrong family. We just need to stay calm and protect our children"

Y/n looked up at Izana, her eyes still wet with tears. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect them, If you care I suggest you do the same," she said before turning away and retreating to the living room to tend to her babies.

Izana watched her go, a mixture of emotions playing across his face. He knew he had to find a way to end the feud once and for all, if only for the safety of his wife and children.

Y/n Pov:

As I walked away from him, my annoyance grew with every step. "What the fuck did you do, Y/n?" he shouted at me, his voice echoing through the empty hallway. "Spill! He said. I chose to ignore him, not willing to divulge any of my secrets.

I continued walking, heading towards the stairs that lead to his home office. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back. He took me up the stairs, and pushed me through the door of his office.

He stared at me with a cold intensity, demanding that I tell him everything. I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer, so I told him about the secret phone call I had received.

How my men had murdered Manila's Advisor, seeking revenge for Manila's attempt to steal my babies.

How it was his advisor who had cut the brakes to my aunt Angela's car, barely allowing her to survive. And how it was supposed to have been me in that car that day.

His expression softened as I finished speaking, and we engaged in a heated debate. We argued back and forth, but nothing we said could undo what had been done. Finally, I tired, and left the room, heading to tend to my babies.

I sighed heavily as I closed the door behind me, leaving the room where my husband and I had just had a heated argument. The tension hung thick in the air, and my frustration still lingered, refusing to dissipate.

As the young Yakuza Queen, I had very little time to myself. I had four nine-month-old quadruplets to care for, after all. I took a deep breath and took my babies to the nursery, doing my best to keep my mind occupied while I waited for the tears to arrive.

I placed them in there respective cribs as began to clean up the toys that were strewn haphazardly around the room. It gave me something to focus on other than the argument with my husband.