Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Okay, so maybe she’s not Tanaka’s daughter,” Raffaele says, sounding confused.
There’s a twinge of pity in my chest for the woman. “They’re probably going to interrogate her to find out what she told us.”
When our SUV comes to a stop, I order, “Don’t hurt the woman and don’t kill the underboss. The rest is fair game.”
We jump out of the vehicle, and we stalk toward the group, one of the men notices us and shouts something in Japanese.
While Kano grabs the woman, hauling her in the direction of a black sedan, the other five men run toward us. Bullets begin to fly, and we take down two before the remaining three get close enough for hand-to-hand combat.
They move fucking fast, clearly trained, and as I block and deliver punches and kicks, I quickly work up a sweat.
The one I’m fighting pulls out a knife, and I dart backward to avoid the blade, but he manages to cut me across my collarbone.
I hear a gunshot, and when Raffaele shouts, “Fuck!” I glance to my right. Just as I see the blood blossoming by his shoulder, the man I’m fighting delivers a kick to my gut, and I stagger backward.
Rage ignites in my blood, and letting out a growl, I storm the fucker. Using a move my father taught me, I wrap my arm around the man’s neck, and as I do a flip, I hear the crack as I snap his spine.
I drop his body, and turning toward Raffaele, I shoot the fucker he’s fighting before I run toward the sedan that’s already on the move. I fire one shot after the other, blowing out two of the tires, and when the underboss gets out of the car, I train my weapon on him.
“Don’t fucking move, and you’ll leave here alive,” I shout.
Even though all my attention is on Tanaka’s second-in-charge, I notice the woman struggling out of the car and trying to stumble away.
I hear Raffaele curse under his breath, and knowing he’s behind me, I focus on Kano, who’s covered in scars and tattoos from all the wars he’s waged alongside Tanaka.
“The Yakuza will retaliate,” Kano snaps angrily, then he also notices the woman and shouts something in Japanese at her.
She stops, and I hear a muffled sob before she slowly turns around to return to the car.
Kano looks me up and down. “Do you know who you’re fucking with?”
Ignoring his question, I demand, “I want a meeting with Tanaka.”
“Your brother is alive,” Kano says, his tone filled with anger and disrespect.
The sound of screeching tires fills the air as more Yakuza soldiers arrive on the scene, and it has Raffaele saying, “We have to go!”
I quickly glance over my shoulder and notice Santi bringing the SUV closer while John limps toward the vehicle. It’s only now that I notice he’s been shot in the leg.
As my sight focuses on Kano again, my arm flies up, and I shoot him in the shoulder. “That’s for my men. Next time, I’ll kill you. Get your fucking boss to make contact with me, or I’ll wipe out his entire organization.”
With the warning hanging in the air, I run toward the SUV while Raffaele has my back. We climb into the backseat before Santi speeds toward the oncoming cars.
Even though some of the Yakuza soldiers open fire on us, Santi maneuvers the SUV around them before fishtailing onto the road. He floors the gas, and I quickly glance out the back window, seeing one of the cars coming after us.
“Lose him,” I order Santi before I look at Raffaele and John. “How are the two of you holding up?”
“I’m fine,” Raffaele answers. “But I’m out of ammo.”
John tightens a belt around his thigh and lets out a grunt.
“We’ll take care of you at the airfield,” I tell him while patting his shoulder. “Hang in there.”
He nods, sweat beading all over his face.
“Do you think Tanaka is going to contact you?” Raffaele asks while he lifts my shirt collar to see where the blood is coming from.
“It’s just a cut,” I tell him. I take off my jacket and fold it before I press it to his shoulder. “Keep it there so you don’t bleed out on me.”
As he carries out the order, I respond to his question. “We’ll have to wait and see what Tanaka does next.”
If he doesn’t crawl out of his hiding place, I’ll ask Georgi and Adriano to come with more men. They’re the heads of the Rizzo and Torrisi families and also my best friends. One word from me and half the Cosa Nostra will descend on Tokyo.
The Yakuza started this war, and it won’t end until Masato Tanaka apologizes for what his incompetent men did to Riccardo and Gianna.
It’s a matter of the Cosa Nostra standing strong and showing our enemies we won’t allow anyone to fuck with us.