Separated

Chapter 3 - Nikolai

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My family, or more like this organization was odd to say the least. We believed in true Russian blood. It was the only way to keep it pure. Keep it real. This ideology was something that could be shoved into someone's ass ten centuries ago and they would gobble that shit.

The hypocritical thing was, our family, or rather this particular organisation was obsessed with the Japanese. Namely, the Sakurazuki family, the Yakuza's here in America.

Men in this organization dating from who knows how long, knew dating, or let alone marrying a Japanese was a disgrace to their bloodline and took it upon themselves to form alliances and peace instead. Because they wanted to stay close to them but didn't want them too close for fear they'll outcasted.

I had thought that I would be the odd one. The only who couldn't care less about their existence. Now, I had figured the only reason I didn't pay attention to them was because they weren't here. Yes their existence was forever prominent, they had men who were loyal to a fault. What kind food they're feeding to them was something every leader on this entire continent wanted to know but that thought is for some other boring day.

But the point was, I didn't pay them mind because they had relocated themselves back to Japan. I only have ever contacted their first-lieutenant, Akio Hashimoto who conducted business matters here with us. He was someone I was warry of, given his sharp demeanour but I appreciated his efficiency and task at hand attitude. Very little time was wasted with him and that was all I needed from him.

However, now that I was seeing the Yakuza princess up close, I couldn't help but be drawn to her.

She wore a formal long light blue dress with a cardigan on top. Her thick glossy short hair, shone against the sun and those fucking red lips. She wore very minimal makeup and I wondered whether those red lips were a product from lipsticks or if it was natural. My finger twitched to touch them to find out. But that was out of the question.

Next to the princess was her brother. I've seen him on a handful of times on the rare occasion in the last few years he made himself present. I knew better than to take his respectful, calm exterior. There was something nefarious lurking beneath the surface and where possible I'd like him to be on my side. From experience, these indifferent individuals were the most cunning and used anyone's and everyone's weakness to their advantage without batting an eye. Because they couldn't care less about other people if it meant achieving their goals.

But here was the thing, that crazymadman who acted like he couldn't care less about anyone, including his own father, was practically stuck next to his sister. Like he couldn't dare to entertain the thought of leaving her side for fear she would trip on some non-existent rock and die.

If I hadn't known any better and assumed she was like every other women in our world with the exceptions of the Taylors because for some unknown reason, women in that organization were  lethal including the bride of the day who even I would like to stay away from her wrath, this yakuza princess was nowhere near close to the frail, weak nature most held.

Sure, she looked dainty with her translucent skin that can be seen and possessed elegance that emanated the idea that she appears to be defenceless, but from the way her body was sculpted through the outline of her dress, she had muscles. Not muscles formed for the simple stupid idea to show off. But muscles formed through training to kill.

The idea that she could possibly kill was something unexpected, but I like that thought more than I should be.

If anything could be said about the Yakuza's, it was that they were very extremely conservative.

Whether that idea was built upon culture or just plain ignorance I didn't know and couldn't care less, but seeing the leader's daughter who was now grabbing a bite of her sandwich in that dignified nature like it was some 3 Michelin star meal, was raised to not only protect herself but to also end one's life? There was something more interesting going on there.

I take another sip of my drink while tuning out the sounds of men around me and just flat out observe her.

Not too long ago, Luke Taylor the groom of todays wedding had approached the siblings with his wife to deliver a message.

I was going to deliver the message myself but that older brother barely tolerated my presence and it was clear he would refuse any invitation from myself. I don't believe I have ever done anything to upset the guy but despite that infuriatingly respectful stance he obviously perfected to the Tee, he made it clear he despised me.

Even when Luke delivered the message, I could see he flat out declined the offer the second Luke finished his line. The one and only saving grace was his sister, the princess who nudged him and told him a few words. Whatever she said, I had to commend her because he decided to take the invitation after her words were injected into his mind. She was more interesting the more I observed her.

At least we now know for sure that his sister is probably the only person who's opinion matters in that head of his.

Our little meeting was for sure going to be an interesting event.

I couldn't wait.