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Blood. Blood was dripping from my forehead. Panting, I tried to catch my breath. For a minute, I was tempted to look back and see if the Japanese Yakuza was chasing after me.

I muttered a curse, trudging through the quiet street, making sure to hide in the shadows, avoiding all streetlights.

Stupid Japanese Mafia Boss and his claim to rule the mafia world.

But I will never let him.

Not after killing my entire family.

Thinking about them, a brief flashback of my father screaming for me to flee before a bullet passed through his head, instantly ending his life, appeared in my line of vision.

I clenched my hands into fists, sadness and fury burning inside me.

I will make sure that the Japanese Mafia will pay for what they did. 

I will avenge my father. My family.

From this day forward, they have declared war.

And war they shall have.

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Blades & Roses

Everything that he had said about Margaux Cortez was all accurate.

Her fighting spirit and thirst for vengeance were quite something.

If things hadn't been as they were, I would have wanted her to be my friend.

Unfortunately, the bad blood between her and Takahashi zeroes that out in an instant.

There's no way that she would want to have any association with the man who had her people killed.

If I was in her shoes, I would do the same.

Finally done drying my hair, I unplugged the blower and let it cool, placing it on top of the vanity mirror.

I was just on my way to grab some clothes still locked inside my suitcases when my phone began ringing.

The sound resembling that of an alarm clock echoed in the entirety of the room.

Twice more dangerous