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chapter twenty-two: dramatics

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chapter twenty-two: dramatics

About ten minutes into your car ride with Daisho, you arrive outside a small laundromat. "Get out of the car," he orders calmly as he unlocks the doors. You unbuckle yourself and quietly step out.

A bit confused, you find yourself at a small, rundown laundromat. Daisho calls you over and you push your confusion aside to follow him inside before he puts a bullet through your head. He then leads you past unused washers and driers into the backroom of the building. He then sits behind a white plastic desk, his feet up on the wood in front of him, and sighs.

"Go ahead, sit," he tells you as he extends his arm towards a cheap metal chair with a small, stained cushion on the seat. "So what do you think of the place?" he then grins.

"I thought Yakuza members were rich. How come this is the place you're bringing me to?" you ask a bit rudely.

"This is my place," he beams with pride despite your comment. "One of the best places to hide; to hide out in plain sight just like you did all these years."

You roll your eyes at his theatrics. Why can't he just get to the point? "Just tell me what you want. I don't care for the dramatics," you sigh.

Daisho puts his feet back down on the floor and leans over the desk with a sick grin. "To be supreme boss. I believe it should be mine instead of that germaphobe brother of yours. But the only way I can do that is if there is nothing left of Akira's bloodline. That, or, if he gives it to me."

"And I take it that Kiyoomi said no," you scoff.

"Kiyoomi," he sings, copying your words like a child, "already said he's not giving it to me, you're right. But if I kill him then you'd be the one to inherit the syndicate so I need to be careful that doesn't happen. Not until you make the smart choice to step aside before you get hurt, Y/N."

"Why would I do that?" you huff, not impressed by his little speech.

"Would you really want to be the supreme boss of a Yakuza syndicate? The only reason any of them cared about you, the only reason Osamu cared about you, was because they needed to keep you away from me. So they could keep Kiyoomi safe, not you. They didn't want anything bad to happen to their precious boss. Why would they care about his clueless little sister? You never asked for any of this. Step aside and let me handle everything."

"You know, after being locked up with Kiyoomi and Motoya for the past few weeks, I'd think hearing a new voice would be comforting but every time you open your mouth it's like being screamed at by a herd of goats. Enough with the bullshit excuses, Daisho, where is Osamu? I don't care what you think his reason is for keeping me away from you, just tell me the truth for once," you sigh as you sit up in your chair, leaning closer to his desk.

"Alright, princess. Since you think you're big enough to handle the truth, I got rid of Osamu." Your eyes widen as you hear the awful news. "But don't worry, it was over quick," he then adds, thinking he won.

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