Trouble in paradise (official)

Chapter 72 "But i have a problem?" 🤷🏽‍♀️🫠

A few days had passed since the girls' sudden return, and the house had taken on an air of loneliness. They had been confined to their rooms, not exchanging a single word with anyone. The boys took turns, rotating shifts as they lingered outside the girls' doors, hoping to catch a glimpse of them. They had been instructed to give the girls their space, but their anxiety and impatience were growing, and they longed to see them.

"Ugh... I seriously don't get paid enough for this shit," Koko muttered, exhaling in frustration as he stared at his dual monitors that sat comfortably on his desk. The dimly lit office was wrapped in an air of tension as Takeomi and Shion cautiously entered, the weight of a sinister secret hidden behind their grim expressions. Shion, covered in an ominous layer of blood, sported an unsettling grin that sent shivers down spines as he casually walked in, picking his teeth with a toothpick. Koko was hunched over a sleek black keyboard, fingers dancing with uncanny speed as he finished up his work. He didn't spare them a glance as they entered the room, immersed in the digital world he commanded. He was irritable, running on no sleep.

"What do you got for me?" He asked with an air of detachment, his voice cutting through the silence. It was as if their presence was merely an afterthought to his electronic domain. "Mikey should be on his way."

"You were spot on about those boys down there in Yokohama," Takeomi remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. He nonchalantly dropped a heavy duffel bag onto the floor, you could hear the metallic clinking of money and see some valuable jewelry inside, all catching the soft light in the room.
Koko took a moment to tear his eyes away from the screen to look over at his treasure. A faint, knowing smile played on his lips as he inspected the bag's contents. "Well well, what do we have here?" His curiosity was piqued by the riches within. "A bag full of goodies? I didn't expect you to come back with anything. How did you manage to get so lucky?"

A sinful glint danced in Takeomi's eyes as he spoke, a sly smile forming on his lips. He reached for a fresh cigarette, the tip catching fire with a soft, crackling hiss. Inhaling deeply, he let the smoke fill his lungs, then exhaled it into the room, creating a slow, swirling cloud in the air. Something Koko definitely hated.

"Couldn't resist, you know?" he continued, cutting his words with a short, raspy cough. The cigarette sat right between his fingers as he spoke. "Besides, I needed something to keep myself entertained while our friend over there decided to take out some of his pent-up frustration on the leftover lackeys."

"You definitely should have joined in." A chilling smile played on Shion's lips as he chimed in, a strange aura of malice radiating from him. He licked his bloodied fist, still fresh from the violence inflicted upon the remaining rats at the filthy warehouse. "I shouldn't be the only one having all the fun, right?"

"Disgusting," Koko muttered.

Takeomi, now free from his gloves, shook his head with a wry smirk. "They attempted to be sneaky, trying to move their product through social media using burner accounts. Amateurs, really," he chuckled, his tone laced with condescension. He scoffed at their audacity. "Did they really think we wouldn't catch their dumbasses? Do they think we're too old to navigate the realm of social media? Like we don't be running this shit for real? Tch, crazy."

"I mean..... you might be—"

"Shut the fuck up. You're a hop-and-skip-away bitch."

"Tell ya mama to hop and skip on these nuts."

"What did you say, huh, bitch?" He snatched Shion, swiftly placing him in a headlock, his knuckles pressing against his head. "Repeat that shit one more time. I'm sorry, my hearing aid must've been off, you ungrateful piece of shit! Come here!"