Page 173 of The Dragon 2
“She is my weapon.”
“That doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you, Kenji.” I picked up my cocktail, needing something to drink. “And she’s pregnant by you.”
“She’s five months along. She told me there was a chance the twins might be mine.” His frown deepened. “We used protection. But. . .I know there’s still a margin. A small one. Small enough to doubt. Big enough that I had her stop working immediately.”
I finished my cocktail and set the glass down.
He took a breath. “I put her up in a luxury home in Kyoto. Quiet. Safe. She has staff, a private physician, everything she needs.”
"Do you visit her?”
“No. Reo gives me reports on her medical visits.”
“But. . .you don’t talk to her?”
“There is no need to.”
“Maybe, she’s scared and alone.”
“No.” He was firm. “She’s not alone. She is well taken care of and has a great support system."
"But does she want you to be involved?"
"I don’t know, Tora."
“You should know.”
He blinked.
My mind spun with so many questions.
I sighed. "And will you be involved if the children are indeed yours?"
"I won't abandon my children if they are mine."
“Good. I would never want to be with a man that abandoned his kids.” A lump formed in my throat, a strange sensation of dread and relief.
“Because of the uncertainty of her children being mine only Reo and my brother, Hiro know.”
“And your father?”
Kenji looked at me like I’d just suggested he swallow glass. “I would never tell my father something like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because he would use it against me. He would turn the twins’ lives into leverage before they ever took their first breath.”
Holy shit, and I thought I had Daddy issues. . .
Kenji continued, “there’s no relationship or love between her and me, Tora. If the children are mine, I will be their father. I will protect them. But she and I willneverlive together. There was no further intimacy.”
“Wow. . .there’s children involved. And a pregnant woman. I’m not here to judge what happened. But I just. . .” I swallowed. “I don’t want to be part of any disrespect toward her. No matter who she is to you because. . .she’s carrying life.”
His whole body softened. Just an inch. A visible breath released from somewhere deep inside. “You’re not being disrespectful to her. Not now. Not ever.”
I pursed my lips.
He sighed. “This changes nothing for us.”
