The Red kiss - A Dark Mafia Romance

chapter seven

MAYA'S POV

TOKYO, JAPAN

"You're getting a bit too cocky, Maya," Jin taunted, a mischievous grin on his face as I clenched my teeth. My narrowed eyes followed his movements, like a graceful, fluid dance. We shared the same fighting style – martial arts – but he was throwing me off by refusing to play by the rules, and it was starting to grate on my nerves.

In the years gone by, Jin became my best friends. Well, friends with benefits. And Yakuza into my closest confident, and his right-hand man, Kenji, had become my newfound family. If there was anyone I could trust now, it was them.

It had been Kenji's idea to train me for the ultimate revenge I wanted, and I had embraced it wholeheartedly. The training pushed me to the brink of exhaustion like nothing else, but I refused to yield. Now, I stood as one of the most skilled assassins ever crafted under the Yakuza's tutelage.

I focused intently on Jin's hand and foot movements, still a chaotic blur. If I could pull this off, Uncle would finally believe I was ready. He always preached that no one would fight fair, and no one would engage me in my preferred style. This was my chance to prove myself and gain his approval.

"You seem to have forgotten the day I bested you in shooting, J," I taunted him, wearing a sly smirk.

As his brows furrowed in thought, I seized the opportunity, launching at him with lightning speed, catching him off guard.

I pretended attacking his upper body but at the end moment I let my feet slide across falling behind, I was thankful for the mat underneath because I was wearing sports bra and a shorts. This stunt would have scratched my skin if it’s not for the mat. When my feet along with the speed I was moving using the weight of my body I collided with his legs sweeping them right off the floor and the next second I was on top of him. Strangling him with my thighs and delivering him punch after punch.

His lips slit and the blood started coming out of them painting my knuckles but we aren’t kids and this isn’t a childish game. We both know if it was him who got me cornered he would have done same with me. Fight till the other dies in real fight and in practice, fight till the other taps out. If Jin isn’t ready to tap out, I’m more than ready to send him unconscious.

When I aimed my fist at his nose, smartly he tapped out grunting a huff.

“Fuck! I don’t want to break my nose, I heard crooked nose is a turn off for women”, he cried spitting blood.

I chuckled getting off him and shook my head. Walking past the guards I grabbed a bottle of orange juice and opened the cap and gulped down half of the bottle while walking out of the sparring room.
When I saw two new faces standing at the living room door I observed them. I never saw them before but the way the blue eyed girl was weeping and walking inside and no one tried to stop her swirled a sense of jealousy inside me.

The man with her was tall and good looking, like in the Russian movies – oh he is Russian?! Then that must be…

“Maya”, I heard uncle Kenji calling me and I wiped out the jealous frown off my face and looked at him with a smile.

“Hi…”, I greeted him bowing but he immediately cut me off.

“If Yakuza asks you to go on a mission now, deny him”, his order was strong, with authority which made me frown.

“But why would I? Wasn’t I waiting for the day when uncle Matsumoto would send me on a mission?”,  I questioned then glanced back at the disappearing figures of two strangers in my home.

“And who are they?”, the jealousy I was trying to conceal doesn’t did any good when it spilled straight through my words which casted a sly smile on uncle Kenji’s face.

“Just do as I say and don’t worry, they are not as important as you,” the first half of his answer was definitely order but the last half held softness which made me sigh.

“It’s not like that.. I don’t like to share what I have here with anyone”, I tell guilty looking at my feet. While training or sparring I usually don’t wear shoes to feel my grip on the ground I’m standing.