Somewhere Between - Haitani Brother's x Y/N (Reupload)

Chapter 5: Trust

After finishing my breakfast I step out of the opulent penthouse, Paul, the chauffeur, held open the door to a Phantom Rolls Royce, and I slid into the backseat. During the ride home, I couldn't shake off the thoughts of Ran and Rindou, and their odd relationship. It was clear that the brothers shared a bond that went beyond mere sibling affection. The way everything played out was oddly convenient as if it had been scripted.

Paul remained silent throughout the journey, as we headed towards the outskirts of Tokyo and my family's estate. The house in Tokyo had a Mediterranean air, reminiscent of a villa on Lake Como in Italy. My mother had always loved the idea of bringing a touch of the Mediterranean into Japan.

As we drove, I pulled out my phone and texted Mitsuya. "I'm okay. The night took an interesting turn, but nothing happened... now you tell me what you know about the Haitani brothers, you bitch," I typed and hit send, waiting for his reply.

Mitsuya's response came back almost instantly. "Glad you're okay, Bitch. That guy is a walking red flag. I've heard stories from some of the models who have been on dates with some of their friends, but none of them have dated them specifically." A second text followed, "Rumor has it they are part of some underground gang, like legit crime and shit... but it's just a rumor."

After reading Mitsuya's texts, I looked out of the window, lost in thought. So, an underground gang huh? Were they the bad guys?. I should have been shocked or even disappointed, but I found myself intrigued by the brothers.

As I enter the estate, Paul opens the car door for me and bids me farewell. The house feels empty without my parents, who reside in their townhouse in Greenwich Village. But I make myself comfortable and start preparing for the date.

As the day fades into the night, I select a black Tom Ford dress with intricate cutouts that hug my curves. I keep my makeup natural, except for a bold red lip and Bottega Veneta golden teardrop earrings. I complete the ensemble with my classic red bottoms, feeling like a million bucks.

At 8 pm sharp, my phone rang with a non-caller ID number. Raising an eyebrow, I answered, "Hey, Doll. Paul is outside waiting for you." It was Ran on the other end of the line. "Sure, I'll be there shortly," I reply, hanging up the phone. But a nagging thought persists in my mind - how did Ran get my number?

As we drove back to the penthouse, Paul remained quiet, and I gazed out the car window at the stunning Tokyo skyline, the city's buildings glittering like constellations in the night sky. My thoughts were consumed with the enigmatic brothers, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else going on between them... between us. Something wasn't adding up.

Upon arriving back at the penthouse, Paul gallantly opened the door for me, and I was immediately greeted by Ran lounging on a black leather couch with a breathtaking view of the city. He looked dashing in his black suit and tie, sipping on a glass of whiskey. As he noticed me, he placed his drink on the coffee table and remarked, "you look like pure luxury, love." He then stood up and offered his arm with a charming smirk, beckoning me to join him on our date.

I glanced up and saw Rindou on the second floor, his violet eyes fixated on me with a hearth-stirring intensity. My eyes connect with his for a second and suddenly everything felt quiet as if it was only us in the room, he smirks arrogantly before leaving the scene dragging me back to reality. I quickly followed Ran and accepted his arm, responding with a flirtatious tone, "Ready whenever you are..." We made our way to the elevator, and as we descended to the garage, I couldn't help but notice the impressive collection of luxurious cars on display - Ferrari, Lamborghini, Rolls-Royce, Audi, Bentley, Aston Martin.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I asked Ran, "So which one are we riding in?" His response was smooth and calculated, "Whichever you want, love. They are all mine." I knew he was trying to impress me with his wealth and power. Playing along, I replied in a sultry voice, "Well...I've always been a Ferrari girl myself."