NALEDI’S POV
I was dressed in a slutty dress and led to the dinner by an armed man.
I didn’t miss the looks people threw at me when they saw me, the soft muttering of my name, hisses, and nasty glares that welcomed my presence. They all hated me, I’d killed their good-for-nothing head.
If there was one thing I was proud of, despite the pains and bruises I nursed all over my body, it was the fact that I got rid of that scum of the earth. Although it was an accident, I’d take the win anyway.
Don Yakuza was the Former Alpha of the Yakuza family. Ever since I was trafficked and brought into this pack as a young child, I hated him with everything within me. Ranging from the terrible trafficking business he operated, down to other evil things he did and made me into.