He was Yakuza. In other words the leader of the Japanese mafia. Which meant he operated by a strict code of conduct. Never draw to much attention to the clan and above else never bring shame or dishonor upon ones family.
From an early age he was tought to show no emotion. For to show it would be weakness. His name was Hideo Satoh and the chink in his armor was Alani Vasquez. The only true person who could break his carefully held facade. And this is how he met his kryptonite.
He was on vacation in the Hamptons and she was a caterer for one his business partners.
He was waiting for this boring conversation to end. Hideo wished he had not accepted Charles offer to come here. Like most wealthy americans he bragged about his possessions while his trophy wife sat beside him laughing and agreeing with anything he said. And then he heard her.
"Listen dont play with me".
"Get out their and do your job".
"Your not here to find you a meal ticket".
"I will not let you fuck up my good name or the reputation of my company".
"Do we have an understanding Melody".
"Yes mam" said the waitress.
"Good now get to work".
It was the voice of a siren. The sound of it made him feel free. Like the weight of his clan and family duties had been erased. But what truly suprised him was that she wasnt white or Asian. He never found darker hued women attractive. The norm for him was fair skin and dark hair. When she got ready to pass by him, he had to say something. So he got up and blocked her way.
"Esxuse me mam, but may I say your very alluring" he said. She blushed.
"Well thank you" she responded while looking into his eyes. Hideo could not believe what he was seeing. Her eyes reminded him of a jade eyed dragon. She was very special indeed.
"It was nice meeting you, but have to get back to my employees" and then she left.
Hideo went back to his table.
"Charles who was the woman I was speaking to" he asked.
He smirked. "I see you met Ms.Alana Vasquez aka bitch on heels". Thats when Hideo got a deadly look on his face. Thats also when Charles got quiet.
"In the future I would advise you to adress my future wife as Mrs.Satoh or Ms.Alana."
"That is unless you want to find yourself tongueless and that wife of yours headless". Then he turned around to find her. She was going into the kitchens with one of the chefs.
As he watched her leave, he did something that hasnt been done by him since childhood. He smiled.
