Tarnished Affairs | Taiju Shiba x Reader | Tokyo Revengers 18+

Chapter 1

Click, click, click. Your high heeled boots click and clack against the polished marble floor of the entrance foyer, echoing all the way down the hallway as you walk yourself further inside. The only sound accompanying them is the steady beat of your heart inside your chest and the swishing of your mini puffer jacket.

Your family's manor is as empty and as quiet as ever. Nothing too surprising about this fact as you reach the end of the long hall. Passing many unknown, yet expensive paintings hanging along the way. Gold and silver accented vases and a huge staircase that leads to the upper rooms.

You finally stand in front of a heavy, wooden double door and blurt. "Is he inside?" To Simon. Your father's personal bodyguard. And without glancing nor waiting for him to form a verbal answer, you twist the golden knob and dash yourself right in.

A man's voice greets your ears. A man you're too familiar with and too crossed with since the day you were born. It's like the closer he got to your proximity, the more you got on edge.

Call it an instinct or a natural body reaction...

He was talking on the phone, brows furrowed and eyes casting fatal glares at whatever his laptop screen was showing him. Not throwing one glance in your direction as if you were nothing more than a servant walking in to refresh his cup of tea.

Typical...

You close the door and head further inside, listening to the shouts and insults the man is sputtering into the speaker and to whoever the unfortunate individual on the other side of the line. Taking off your jacket and plopping down into the chair facing his desk, you cross your knees under your mini skirt and cross your arms. Your pointed heel doing little circles as you swing your foot on the air impatiently.

"...And Roman is doing what he's best at!" Your father snaps angrily, "At least one of you fuckups is doing something right for a change!"

Ah, it's my little brother, Marcus, then...

"You listen to me right now," your father points his finger at the air as if he's pointing it in your brother's face on the other side of the phone. "I've had it enough of your shenanigans. Your lack of judgment and responsibility. I'm done, do you hear that?" He shouts. "You cross one inch out of line again, you so much as breathe beyond those lines, and I'm cutting you off! Entirely. You can kiss your share and your name off my will goodbye. Did you hear that? You ungrateful son of a whore..."

Well, fuck...

Smash!

He smashes his cellphone down his desk, you can audibly hear the screen glass cracking and grinding against the surface. You flinch internally, at his choice of words and his action, but you know better than to let it show. You know better than to let anything show. Fear, remorse, guilt, worry, and especially love.

Emotions in general were the unforgivable taboos of the Moretti family...

Being made, born and raised among them, you learned ever since you were a kid how to play the part. How to adapt. Since you were a toddler. You were taught how to survive, not only in the outside world, but inside the walls of your own house as well. And if you so much as let your mask slip, let something show, the consequences would be direly catastrophic.

Your father, Dante Moretti; head of one of the biggest mob families ruling the area for over three decades now, finally stops rubbing his temple and looks at you. Pinning you with those pale and icy blue eyes as he finally acknowledges your presence in his office.

"You're here." He mutters, taking a deep breath as if to further calm himself down after whatever Marcus had done tonight. If you were to guess, it would be either another messy shipment delivery that he fucked up. Or getting his ass arrested carrying some of that specific shipment for himself.