Owned by the Yakuza: A Japanese Mafia Bad Boy Romance

by London, Ariel

  “It’s nice to see you, Himura-san,” Sora said with a smile. She was one of the most beautiful women who worked here and was very popular with the staff. She had acting as a hostess down to an art and brought the club in unbelievable amounts of money. I would miss her when she eventually retired – this was a very short-term job.

  “Sora-chan, I was actually waiting here for you.”

  “Ooh, what’s up?” She asked with a delightful twinkle in her eye.

  “Just business,” I said. “We have a new girl starting today and I was wondering if I could get your help.”

  Sora’s enthusiasm faded away. “Oh, I see. What’s the problem?”

  “There’s a girl who’s going to start working her to pay off some debt,” I said quietly, so no one overheard us. “I just wanted to ask you to keep an eye on her, ok? She won’t be here too long, but she needs a friend while she is. She’s going through a bit of a… rough time.”

  Sora considered my request and then shrugged. “Alright, I’ll do it for you.”

  I knew the women who worked here were competitive. Never getting too close to one another, at risk of losing out on their trade secrets or most lucrative clients. But Oriana wasn’t here for that. A few weeks to pay off a debt and she’d be a memory.

  “Thank you, Sora-chan. I’m going up to the office right now. Please send her in when she gets here.”

  “Wait, what’s her name? How will I know who she is?”

  I chuckled. “Oh, you’ll know.”

  #

  Shortly before nine o’clock, there was a knock on the office door.

  I closed the files I had been going through. “Come in.”

  Sora-chan swung open the door. She looked less than pleased. “Good evening Himura-san,” She said with a bow. “Your new girl is here.” She spat the words like acid.

  I gave her a hard look, but she turned on her heel and left without another word. I would have to talk to her after, something had upset her. It was impossible to miss. My concern took a back seat when Oriana peeked around the doorframe.

  “Come in,” I waved her inside.

  Oriana stepped into my office timidly, carefully shutting the door behind her. She was dressed in a black cocktail dress. Her fiery red hair had been tamed into an elegant bun on the top of her head. She wore makeup, not too much not too little, a beautiful shimmering gold. She walked gracefully in towering high heel shoes.

  My breath escaped my body. She was made for this. She looked like a goddess. I stood as she approached the desk. “Good evening, Oriana.”

  Oriana bowed her head to hide a smirk.

  “What’s so funny?”

  Oriana looked away. “Nothing, just how you say my name,” She motioned to tuck hair behind her ear, but found her fingers empty and let her arm fall down to her side. Must have been a habit, meaning she normally wore her hair down.

  “What do you mean, how do I say it? Oriana?” I asked.

  “You say it with a Japanese inflection,” The redhead explained. “It’s O-RYAH-nah, not O-ri-ya-na.”

  “Oriana,” I repeated. “Better?”

  She nodded. “It’s not a big deal anyways,” She clasped her hands at her waist. “I’m used to it.”

  “No, thank you for correcting me. We can’t be in business together if I can’t even say your name right,” I said. “Now, back to the matter at hand. I trust you had no problem finding the place.”

  Oriana shook her head. “No, it was easy. It’s such a nice club,” She trailed off. She looked as if she felt bad for doubting me. She motioned to her outfit. A gold bracelet on her wrist glittered in the light. “Is this alright? I don’t have much of anything else.”

  I used the question as an excuse to let my eyes travel up and down her body once more, slower and allowing myself to take in every inch of beauty that was standing in front of me. She was truly a piece of art. When it came to women, I didn’t take every scrap that was thrown at me like some of the other kyodai. I waited until a true rarity walked by and then I made it my mission to ensure that she would be shown something she would never forget.

  “You look perfect,” I said and she blushed. “But if that’s all you have we will need to make sure that you have more outfits. Clients will notice if you repeat too much.”

  Oriana looked down at her dress and smoothed the skirt as it rode up her hips.

  “I trust that Sora-chan has introduced herself to you?” I asked. When Oriana made a small affirmative noise, I could tell that the meeting was probably quite brief. “I asked her to look out for you, she’s one of our best. Learn everything you can from her.” I couldn’t stay behind the desk anymore. I needed to be closer to her. I walked around to her side and circled her once.

  Oriana was tense, her shoulders were trembling.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Just nervous,” She said quietly.

  “No, I think there’s more to it than that,” I reached out and ran a finger along her bare shoulder. “Are you afraid?”

  Oriana clenched her fists at her sides. “No.”

  I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I think you are. You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” I leaned in towards her, catching the floral scent of her perfume. “I want us to be friends, Oriana,” I emphasized the pronunciation of her name. Her closeness was driving me crazy. I wanted to grab her, rip that expensive dress from her body and make her mine right here in the office.

  Oriana looked at me with her dark green eyes. Her lips twitched and she let out a shuddering breath. She lowered her eyelids, biting her bottom lip.

  I grabbed her by her shoulder, turned her to face me and kissed her. She tasted as good as she looked.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Oriana

  オリアナ

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Just nervous,” I said quietly. Which wasn’t a lie. I wasn’t nervous about the job. After giving myself a pep talk this morning, I figured it would be just like any other job and as soon as I paid off the debts I would be free.

  No, what made me nervous was him. Tadao. The way that the kyodai carried himself, with an air of intelligence and superiority. It made me hate him. It made me want him. What would he have done to me if I had refused to work off the debt? The thought made my body tingle with masochistic pleasure.

  “No, I think there’s more to it than that,” He reached out and ran a finger along my bare shoulder. “Are you afraid?”

  I clenched my fists at my sides. “No.” I couldn’t admit this weakness of mine. It might ruin everything. I would pay off my debts and carry on as if this never happened.

  Tadao chuckled. “I think you are. You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” He leaned in towards me, the sensation of his breath on my skin gave me goosebumps. “I want us to be friends, Oriana.”

  He was too much. He wanted to be friends? First, he shows up at my door looking for my father and asking for money; now he was so far into my personal space that I wanted to run. I wanted to be his captive. Until this debt was paid, he owned me. I bit my lip, feeling myself blush at the thought of it.

  Tadao grabbed me, turned me towards him and kissed me. I let the floodgates of lust wide open. I kissed him back, not caring that my lipstick was going to smear all over his face. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and his hands held onto my waist, his fingertips pressing into my skin.

  I moaned against his lips and he moved his kisses down my neck, nipping at my ear. I gasped, pressing my body against him and feeling his hardness. He wanted this as bad as I did. I released the final scrap of my self-control. “Please, I need you,” I whispered in his ear.

  Tadao didn’t miss the invitation. He flung me down onto the desk, sending a wave of papers onto the floor. He pulled the hem of my dress up to my waist, revealing the black lace panties underneath. He bent down with one hand on my navel and the other pulling the panties down. His breath tickled against my skin.

  I felt a fingertip sliding against my clit. He spre
ad me open and made an appreciative sound.

  “Do you know how wet you are?” I could hear the grin in my voice. “Why would an innocent girl like you get so worked up over a kiss?” His fingers explored me, pushing themselves in deep and drawing out slowly.

  I shuddered, arching my back and clutching the edge of the desk above my head. “It’s not that,” I stammered, trying to recover whatever dignity I had left.

  “Then what?” Tadao’s tongue flicked against my nub. He sucked on it gently while his first two fingers gently pushed in and out of me.

  I gasped, biting down on my lip. I took a breath to steady myself. If he kept this up, I wouldn’t be able to explain myself. Fortunately for me, he figured it out all by himself.

  His free hand worked up my dress and pinched my nipple through the lace of my bra.

  That tiny jolt of pain was enough to send me over the edge. I bucked my hips, coming at his touch. I shuddered, feeling the warmth dripping out of me.

  Tadao stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “So, you’re one of those,” He said, looking me dead in the eye. “Masochist.”

  I felt ashamed. No one had ever known that about me. “Please, don’t tell anyone.”

  Tadao looked surprised. He grinned. “Why would I give up this delicious little secret?” He started to unbuckle his belt. “Now, I’d love to stay and play with you, but I have work to do. And you have a debt to work off. So, let’s just make this a quick one, alright?”

  I swallowed hard, staring at his thick cock. It was rigid, dripping with anticipation.

  “Listen to me, Oriana,” His voice was hard. “I’m going to fuck you now, but no one can know about this. It would make the other girls jealous, got it?”

  I bit my finger and nodded.

  Tadao forced my legs open, pushing down on my thighs and opening me to the chill of the office air. He grabbed my hands and put them under my knees. “Hold yourself like that for me, and don’t you dare cum until I’m finished.”

  I nodded again, my breath catching in my throat.

  Then, without warning, he was inside me. With one hand on my throat and other working my breasts through the fabric of my dress, he thrust himself deep into me. One single stroke filled me, slamming against my wall, pulling out and then doing it all over again. Each stroke was complete and controlled, methodical and forceful.

  My eyes rolled up into the back of my head. I wanted to watch him as he ravaged my pussy, but even the sight was enough to bring me to orgasm.

  Tadao squeezed my throat gently and then his hand moved down my body, grabbing my ass. He thrust down, with all of his force, sandwiching me between himself and the desk.

  I stared up at the ceiling, listening to his ragged breaths and memorizing the pace of his groans. The fucking was getting faster. My toes curled, letting him use me, just like I had always fantasized.

  “Oriana.”

  I looked at him.

  Tadao pulled on my hips, grinding us together like a well-oiled machine. The musky scent of sex was heavy in the air. “Oriana, don’t forget when you’re out there tonight: those men are paying for your company, but until that debt is paid off,” He paused, leaning in closely to me. He grinned, pinching my clit between his fingers.

  I gasped, losing control of myself and coming. He growled in the back of his throat, releasing deep inside of me.

  Tadao thrust once more, letting our love drip out of me and run down my leg. His breath came fast as he whispered, “Don’t forget, until that debt is paid off, I own you.”

  #

  After the explosion with Tadao, the rest of the night went as good as I expected it to. Sora continued to be cold towards me but went through the motions of training me about the job. She reminded me pointedly, that she was only doing this because Tadao had asked her to.

  “Here’s the bar,” Sora said, fluttering her hand in the direction of the bar. The bartender gave me a friendly wave. “That’s Hide, he’s the manager’s cousin. Our manager likes to hide up in the cash office most of the time, you’ll only see him on payday.”

  Except I would never see a single yen of my check. At least the tips were as good as mine, which meant I would be able to continue to buy groceries until the insurance money came through.

  “Come on,” Sora waved me over to a table.

  Four men were sitting at the booth, dressed in finely cut suits. They were middle aged, just starting to grey at the temples. Based on their polished appearances, I could safely assume that these weren’t just regular salarymen. They were executives. I caught a glimpse of the pen in the oldest man’s hand. It shined with the logo of some trust fund. These guys had money to spare.

  Sora flew to them like a moth to a flame. She settled herself down between two of them. “Daishi-san, Fugimoto-san, how are my favorite gentlemen tonight?”

  The men smiled at her and their eyes shifted to me, looking me up and down slowly, their eyes lingering on my red hair.

  I forced a smile and bowed. “Good evening,”

  Sora cut me off. “Oh, this is our new girl, Oriana-chan,” She chirped. Her voice was sickeningly sweet and fake. She eyed me down as I sat down and then turned the conversation back to the men around us.

  I followed Sora’s lead.

  For the rest of my shift, I sat around with drunk business men and let them complain about their lives. Once their glasses were empty, I always reminded them to refill them. They were all interested in getting to know me, but I kept the details to a minimum.

  People were always interested in my stories, how was an English girl so fluent in Japanese? My parents had moved here for work shortly after getting married. They loved Japan so much that they stayed, and the rest is history. Everyone was so intrigued, but for me, it was just my life.

  When I finally went home, the sun was beginning to rise. I was exhausted but couldn’t bring myself to go to sleep just yet. Besides the hot memories of Tadao that kept popping up, I was also trying to figure out why my parents would have owed the yakuza money in the first place.

  A search of the apartment offered no clues, so I gave up for now. I dragged myself to the washroom, bathed and then flopped into bed.

  I wondered if Tadao knew or if he would tell me if he did. I’d ask him tomorrow. I figured that if my parents had run into financial problems, I would have noticed the signs. There was no reason that my father would have to borrow a million yen from the yakuza – unless there was something else to it. It just didn’t seem right.

  I closed my eyes and buried myself in blankets.

  I dreamed of him.

  #

  When I walked into the change rooms, none of the other girls looked up. In a typical weeknight, there were ten of us, six of us on the main floor and the four best girls for the VIP room. The number of girls on the main floor doubled from Thursday to Sunday.

  I locked my purse in my locker and glanced at them out of the corner of my eye. It seemed that I had interrupted a conversation and they were all being quiet while waiting for me to leave. I noticed that Sora wasn’t there, so I left so they could continue gossiping – no doubt they were talking about me. I was used to it by now.

  I went up to the bar and smiled at the bartender, Hide. He was a big, round guy with a bald head and a wide smile.

  “Cassandra-chan, good evening,” He said. “How was your first day?”

  I shrugged. “It was alright. I just feel sort of weird being here.”

  The bartender nodded and passed me a glass of wine. “On the house, don’t worry I won’t let Himura-san add it to your tab,” He said with a wink. So he knew about the debt too. “Want to talk about it?” He leaned against the bar.

  “No, that would be weird, you don’t need to hear about my problems.”

  Hide laughed. “Someone needs to listen to you girls, after all, the clients only know how to talk about themselves and wouldn’t be able to tell if a woman was troubled if their lives depended on it.”

  I sm
iled and shrugged. “It just sucks being the new girl.”

  Hide nodded. “Don’t worry, they’ll warm up to you soon enough.”

  “I won’t be here that long anyway,” I added under my breath and took a sip of wine.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Tadao

  忠夫

  The bar formally known as Typhoon, the one that had been firebombed by the Shimazu-kai, was finally reopened. In the few weeks that had passed, we hired a new manager, paid out the employees to keep them quiet, and had the bar completely renovated.

  “Imperial?” I looked at the sign.

  Masaru nodded. “Yes, English names get the locals all excited.”

  I shrugged and walked in. “Sure, sounds good to me.” The bell chimed and the door swung shut behind us.

  Tatsuya and Kaoru were sitting in the corner. The same quiet corner that we had always sat at. It felt strange being here without Kenichi and for a second, I missed my brother. He’d be sending me pictures from the wedding soon, I was sure.

  Instead of focusing on those useless emotions, I took charge of the meeting. “Where’s Yuji?”

  “Food poisoning, apparently,” Tatsuya said with a shrug. “Seriously, that guy has no luck.”

  “Ok, everyone else, report.”

  I listened as everyone took turns talking about what was going on in the business. The Shimazu-kai were beginning to move again, and that made me nervous. I didn’t want to face anything without Kenichi by my side. Of course, I couldn’t admit that. I kept my face neutral as they informed me.

  “What about you?” Tatsuya asked.

  I was surprised he even bothered to ask. Most of them weren’t interested in my desk work. That was unless Tatsuya wasn’t drunk enough to forget the conversation we had the other morning. Damn him, trying to make me feel included, when I knew full well that I had nothing interesting to report on.

  Wait, I did. My heart skipped a beat, thinking of Oriana.

  “Two nights ago I found some old files in the office, and someone owed us money for years and were somehow forgotten about.”