[UNEDITED]
(Part I)
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Akira-Saito Naoki Himura was born to rule the underworld-heir to one of Tokyo's most powerful crime syndicates. To the public, he's the billionaire playboy son of mining magnates. But behind the veiled walls of the Himura estate, he's a trained weapon. Caged by blood, groomed by violence, and chained to a destiny he never asked for.
He was supposed to marry a woman chosen for him-an alliance bride to secure the Himura empire. But Akira's heart has always belonged to someone else: Soraya Chandler, the girl who once sat two rows over in class. The girl who grew up to be an intelligence agent trained to kill men like him.
Now, years later, she's back. Sharper. Colder. Dangerous. And she doesn't remember him.
Akira's obsession with her borders on holy-his Firecracker, the only person who ever made him feel free in a life dictated by power and tradition. But Soraya's world is one of missions, memory loss, and orders that point straight at his head.
Every chapter pulls Akira deeper into a spiral between love and lunacy, loyalty and rebellion. His "big brother," Adonis Uchinaga, tries to keep him grounded, but Akira's already burning-too far gone in the flames of the woman who once lit him up and now might be the one to destroy him.
When his father, Rikuya Himura (the Oyabun), orders him to attend the Rio Summit to secure the family's power, Akira doesn't know it yet, but he's being pushed straight toward Soraya-toward the war between the man he was born to be and the man he actually is.
Because if Soraya Chandler is the bullet...
Akira Himura is the one who taught it how to aim.
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So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work.
Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled.
Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.