Mastermind | Chuuya Nakahara.

THIRTEEN.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
You ready for a heist, Nakahara?
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              Aki and Chuuya entered the casino, Aki's arm linked through Chuuya's. They had fought about it for a solid five minutes outside of the casino before Aki finally just grabbed onto him and slipped her arm through his. This was after them already arguing over putting on the fake rings on their fingers. They were supposed to be a recently married couple who were absolutely smitten with one another—and that meant they had to be touching. Mori's brief told them that it was essential they didn't break their cover. They weren't there to kill the casino owner, but rather, intimidate him into giving them the money he owed Mori—right then and there. Covertly, of course. So, they had no choice but to blend in.

                 Heads turned as the pair waltzed into the casino, heading straight in the direction of the bar. Aki slipped her arm out of Chuuya's to sit herself down on one of the red-leather stools. Chuuya felt a wave of relief wash over him the moment she let go—her body heat going with her. But he could still feel exactly where her hand had been holding onto his wrist, as if she her permanently marked him.

               Aki flashed a big smile at the bartender, who had previously been serving a different customer but headed straight in her direction the moment he caught sight of her. The middle-aged man who hadn't even been able to ask for his drink was glaring at the bartender, "A double whiskey, please—no ice," She said to the bartender before glancing at Chuuya. "And red wine, I assume?" Chuuya blinked a little, surprised that she remembered his taste for red wine—but Aki's memory was unparalleled. She only had to be told something once to remember it for the rest of her life.

                 Chuuya nodded, slipping into the stool beside her, glancing over his shoulder. He was in work mode, searching for their target throughout the busy casino. The man, Shiro Nanako was a middle-aged man with blonde hair and greyish eyes, relatively attractive and usually dressed in a purple suit. Both Chuuya and Aki had memorised his face and his build, meaning it should be easy for them to spot him.

                 A few moments later, their drinks were slid towards them on top of triangular napkins. The bartender made eye contact with Aki, "They're on the house." He flirtatiously said, completely oblivious to—or simply unbothered by the rings on their ring fingers.

                 Aki gave him a big-toothy smile, "Thank you." She couldn't actually remember paying for her own drink—ever. Those around her were often very happy to pay for her drinks or her entire tab; a perk of looking the way she did.

                 Chuuya took his glass of wine, raising it to his lips as he closed his eyes, "I was wondering how you planned on paying for these, but this makes sense." He said before taking a long sip. The wine was good. Not as tasteful as the wine he bought from himself, but it had a sweet taste to it.

                 Aki turned, looking at him, watching as he swirled the wine around in the glass, "Well, I figured you could just pay for it. But this works too." She said with a shrug, picking up her own glass and taking a small sip of the whiskey. It was strong—pretty fucking strong, and incredibly bitter. Just the way she liked it.

               Chuuya let out a disbelieving scoff, "You're unbelievable." He said, shaking his head.

                 Aki turned her body around in the seat to face him, crossing one leg over the other. Chuuya gulped ever so slightly as he watched the movement. Why did every little thing she did have to come across so seductive? It was killing him.