The Billionare Yakuza Bride

[Emi's POV]

"Press down. Hard. Keep the pressure steady!" Ryan's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding.

My hands shook as I pressed against Aoki's wound, feeling the heat of his blood seeping through my fingers. His shirt was drenched, and for the first time, I saw something I never imagined I would—Aoki weak, vulnerable, barely holding on.

"Stay with me," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the roaring engine as Ryan veered into the private wing of the airport.

We nearly plowed through a group of servicemen scrambling out of the way. The SUV screeched to a halt right at the steps of a Gulfstream jet, its engines already humming at near full power. The moment Ryan threw the car into park, the doors flew open.

"Move! Move!" he barked as he hauled Aoki out.

Bullets rained down around us as armored cars skidded into view. Men in black poured out, weapons raised. The air filled with deafening gunfire, but Ryan didn't falter. He shoved me up the stairs after Aoki, the moment our feet hit the floor of the jet, the door slammed shut.

A violent jolt surged through the cabin as the plane lurched forward. The pilot wasn't waiting. We were already taxiing, bullets ricocheting off the fuselage.

"Hold on!" Ryan shouted, bracing himself as the wheels lifted off the ground. The gunfire faded, replaced by the deep, shuddering breath of the aircraft breaking into the sky.

I exhaled sharply, only now realizing I had been holding my breath.

Aoki groaned, and my heart clenched. "We need a doctor!"

A man in scrubs emerged from the shadows, already snapping on gloves. "I've got him. Keep the pressure steady until I say so."

Ryan grabbed me by the shoulders, pulling me away as the doctor went to work. My hands were coated in Aoki's blood, my dress ruined, but I barely noticed. I watched as the doctor cut through his shirt, exposing the wound. "He's lost a lot of blood," the doctor muttered, moving with eerie precision. "Good thing we came prepared."

He opened a storage compartment, pulling out IV bags already filled with matching blood. I froze.

That's my blood type.

Panic prickled down my spine. I wasn't just paranoid—this was premeditated.

"Why do you have this?" I demanded.

The doctor didn't even look up. "Orders."

Orders. From Aoki.

My stomach twisted. How long has he been planning this?

A ragged breath from the other side of the cabin made me turn. Aoki's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto mine. He was still pale, drenched in sweat, but alive.

"You're awake," I breathed, relief crashing over me.

He smirked weakly, the ghost of his usual arrogance flickering through. "Of course I am."

Then he reached into his jacket—blood-stained and barely hanging together—and pulled out a small, sleek memory stick. He pressed it into my palm, his fingers curling around mine.

"What's this?" I asked, staring at it.

"Your gift," he rasped, his voice hoarse but steady. "For accepting my proposal."

A chill ran down my spine. "Aoki, what—"

"Encryption keys." His grip tightened. "To billions. In Bitcoin."

My mouth went dry. I opened my hand, staring at the tiny device now burning against my skin.

"You're making me a target," I whispered.

His lips curled into a smirk. "I'm making you untouchable."

The weight of his words settled over me. This wasn't just money—this was power. Enough to rival even the Yakuza itself. I wasn't just a bride now.

I was a threat.

Before I could respond, a warning chime rang through the cabin. Ryan's voice came through from the cockpit, sharp and urgent.

"We have a tail. Someone's following us. And they aren't friendly."

The plane shuddered, and a single thought gripped me.

We weren't out of this yet.