Page 82 of Pragma
“Let your unhinged side shine,” I whisper right into his ear, just to see his wicked gaze landing on me.
“How about you let me ride you after?” he murmurs darkly. Masa is right, I pop stiffies right and left when Aki is near me. Fucking hell. I take a few steps back to try to calm down.
“Stop. You can’t…do…this,” Ishida-san coughs out while Yuna hooks the chain to the bike. He’s flapping like a fish, gasping and writhing, but his movements are hindered by the chains.
Aki turns on the engine.
Yuna gives him a thumbs-up when she’s done. He smiles evilly at Ishida-san while rolling on the throttle once, twice, three times. The bike doesn’t move since he’s holding the brakes, the revving sound is deafening. Every time he gives it gas, the traitor lets out a gasp filled with terror. Even before actually starting, Aki is capable of reducing him into a sobbing mess.
Finally, he lets go of the brakes, and the bike speeds off, pulling quickly on the chain and taking Ishida-san with it. The room is wide, almost like half a football field. Aki has all the space he wants to drive. The dirty floor covered in rusty nails and piecesof broken wood. The traitor is screaming at the top of his lungs, grunting and groaning. The position they tied him in doesn’t allow him to shield his face. Aki makes a turn and the bike yanks the man off the ground and then with a loud, sickening thud, takes him right back down—a bone-cracking one. Again and again. A path of blood soon forms on the floor as the bike keeps going in circles.
The body is now almost unrecognizable. Soon it won’t even look human anymore.
After a few more minutes, seeming finally satisfied, Aki stops the bike right next to me. He has a big grin on his face.
“This motorcycle is a beauty,” he tells a jumping Karin, while giving the dashboard a kiss.
“Check if he’s dead,” I tell Yuna. “If he isn’t, finish him off and take care of the body…and the pieces scattered around.”
She moves toward the bloody pulp behind the bike.
I’m sending a message to the cleaning crew when Aki suddenly jumps on top of me. Legs hook behind my back and hands lock on my nape.
“I’m pumped!” he declares, pulling not too hard on my ponytail while my hands grab his juicy ass.
“I can feel that.” His dick, I mean.
“So do something about it,” he pouts, tightening his grip like a damn cobra. Is this what I have to expect from him from now on?
I’m about to give him a snarky response when I hear the sound of cars from outside. Soma jumps down from his crate and walksout of the room, while Yuna and Masa keep removing the chains from around the body.
“It’sKumicho,” he announces a few seconds later when he steps back in.
I let go of Aki, but instead of sliding down my body, he stays put. Of course.
Kumichomakes her entrance a moment later, followed by five men in black. Her eyes focus straight on us as she walks in and stops a few feet away. One of her men opens a foldable chair and places it on the ground to let her sit. As soon as she does, another one kneels near her feet holding an ashtray.
I tilt my head her way. She takes a puff from her cigarette and then flicks the butt with the nail of her thumb, forcing her man to move and catch the ash—the floor is already dirty as fuck, I don’t see the point of doing that.
Her lips make a smacking sound as her eyes study the awkward position I’m in…because of Aki. But fuck, if I show her that.
“Kumicho. To what do we owe such pleasure?” Aki opens the conversation with a sarcastic tone.
“I came to check on your health. You look good, all things considered.” She throws the sarcasm back at him. “I see you already took care of the problem.” Her eyes fall on the blood painting the floor and the corpse.
“Hai. I did.”
She snaps her fingers at her men standing behind. “Help with that.” She points at Karin, who’s laying a plastic sheet on the ground where the body will be moved, and to Yuna and Masapicking up the pieces of flesh and bone. Two of her men in suits quickly follow her order.
“I also came to tell you that the Triad won’t be a problem.”
“How did you pull that off? Wasn’t Ling Wang the grandson of one of their big heads?” Aki starts patting my chest, foolishly trying to make me relax.
I feel like this because of him. He should just let go of me.
She nods. “Nevertheless, I told them we had fucking proof of the embezzlement of their company’s fund, Shanghai Construction. They immediately changed their damn tune and assured me Ling Wang acted alone. It seems they had no idea about the deal he made with Ishida-san.”
“Glad I could help with the proof part,” Aki arrogantly states.
