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His plan to come after you after the race had definitely not gone as Sly Fox thought it would.
The third and final race of the night was over, the winner was the self-centered Cypher, closing the race with his signature perfectly "drawn" zero thanks to the friction of the tires on the asphalt. DK was crowned with the second place and well, he had been in third place. No problem, he had still made money from the previous races, and money wasn't something he cared much about, at least not as much as his allies.
He expected cheers, and he got them, but not from who he wanted. Ghost was right, you hadn't stayed for the third race, you left right away when you said goodbye to him, and that had disappointed the team captain a bit, he wanted a prize equal to the one Cypher was receiving and enjoying; a kiss, maybe a hug... a roll in the hay wouldn't be so bad either. He had ordered Hannibal to escort you stealthily and without you noticing, as he was concerned about your safety, besides, it would also serve to know your home address.
To celebrate the almost victory of a member of your team, the team decided to pamper themselves and have a good time at a strip club in the downtown area. Of course, first they had to flee the race as the police had noticed the race and were now chasing them all, looking to arrest them. As their drivers were experienced the police soon lost sight of them.
The club's security guard, upon hearing the loud roar of the engines, immediately knew the visitor they would have that night and his suspicions were confirmed when he saw the car models and license plates once they were parked. They got out of their cars and the most tense were the twins, as it was their first time being chased by the police after a race. There was a line of people waiting their turn to get in.
"Succesful night Sly" commented the security guard, smiling sideways and lowering a little the dark glasses that covered his eyes. His height and body mass commanded respect, plus that bravado and serious expression chilled the blood. Aone was not a violent person, but if you caused trouble in the club she would surely throw you out like a light sack of potatoes.
The leader nodded making direct eye contact, taking a big puff on his cigar. The height difference between the two of them was abysmal, but he wasn't intimidated by it, so he waited patiently for the door to be opened for him and his companions.
"Hannibal stayed behind?" Thrasher asked, barely noticing the brunet's absence.
"He went to run an errand, he won't be long," the captain explained calmly, walking into the club. The enraged line did not take long to shout and complain why that group of men entered long before them. Poor guys, surely they didn't understand that sometimes there were people way above them who had priority before some perverts.
"Thank you Grizzly" he expressed gratefully before walking on. It was funny the nickname he had been given, but it lived up to his rough and bulky bear-like appearance.
The trap music blared loudly and the horns boomed with every beat. The heat greeted them, embracing them all over their bodies. The smell of tobacco, alcohol and sweat was so familiar, an old friend they were used to. The waitresses were dressed in revealing and sensual clothes, and most of the men there were concentrated on the couches in front of the stage, where the sexy show and parade of beauties was different every night. Luckily they didn't have to live with people as short as the other customers and had certain privileges in the Date Neon club.
Their table was already waiting for them, with the best view of the stage and away from the vulgar men that filled the place, also strategically in front of the bar to be the first to receive their drinks. They shed their bomber jackets, leaving them on the back of the couch and finally took their seats.
"So you're going to treat us" The brown-haired man with momentarily red eyes enjoyed the spectacle, pulling his feet up onto the small round table in front of them.
"You can look at it as a reward for your victory, you've deserved it Suna" the captain replied looking at him proudly. The named one looked over his shoulder at him, not paying him much heed, as he was already hunting for his victim and adventure that night.
"We can enjoy ourselves too, can't we?" the gray-haired twin asked, mentally crossing his fingers that luck was in his favor.
"You guys see it as a distraction and relax, the police are no longer after us. Try not to be so obvious if you're so afraid of the uniforms, and if so then you can go find another job, is that clear?" the captain explained in a cold tone, that was both a passive aggressive and a passive aggressive scolding. The twins respected him to death.
"Yes Kita" They both nodded quickly, looking at each other. Osamu and Atsumu wanted to make the team proud, especially that man who despite their rebelliousness and bickering with each other had welcomed them into the team, they owed him a lot, both money and gratitude.
None of the members dared to pronounce Sly Fox's real name out loud, so they simply called him by his last name.
After that short talk between them, a tall young man of about 1.84 height and light brown hair arrived to plant himself at the team's table, accompanied by three beautiful women in very little clothing.
"But if it isn't my best customers!" He expressed mockingly, pulling the waist of one of the young women to sit on his lap. Suna looked at him with disgust, only to ignore him and focus her attention back to the stage.
"I see your business is growing, Futakuchi" Kita rearranged his posture, leaning forward slightly, his legs apart and his arms resting on his thighs .
The Inarizaki Bois had frequented the establishment since Kita came to power of the gang. It started out as a bad joke between him and Kenji Futakuchi, which eventually became heaven and reality for his troubled and impertinent friend. It was their meeting and recreation spot and Kita had put up much of the money for the construction of the place.
Soon, Date Neon's strip club became an important meeting point for the gang.
"And it's all thanks to our favorite sponsor, isn't it babes?" he bragged to his friend and didn't miss the opportunity to mention his women, they only pretended to laugh as they walked sensually close to their favorite customers. Atsumu felt right at home, and took direct advantage of the approach to devour the lips of one of the girls. Osamu leaned his back back as he smiled sideways and enjoyed the view offered by the young woman.
"Are you here to do business or to have fun?" the owner of the venue inquired.
"This time it's a celebration.... Enigma made me a lot of money tonight" he pointed out to Suna, who clearly already had an erection squeezing his pants as he watched the movements of a lingerie-clad, cat-tailed dancer.
"So be it then! Then I'll let Koganegawa know to serve you the best of the best, and my girls will help you with whatever you need. Compliments of the house" he announced standing up, shaking hands with Kita to retire and go to the bar to give direct instructions to the bartender.
Alpha never let him down.
He sighed and dropped his shoulders more calmly, leaned back against the backrest as he smoked and pulled the amount of winnings Suna had earned that night from his pocket. He began to think about how Enigma was growing and gaining fame for himself, he had a talent for making a living that way, which worried him, as sometimes Suna seemed to be much more skilled than the team captain himself when it came to trafficking of any kind. He knew that he would soon become the main face of the Inarizaki Bois and the possible shadow of Cypher, and in due course that would get him into trouble with the captain of the Seijoh Brawlers.
And he didn't like that at all. He was ambitious, and had worked hard enough to get to that position for Enigma, who was still a novice, to cause him conflicts with the only "friends" he had made, who had had a hard time trusting him and his methods. Kita was a person that once he got what he wanted he would hardly resign himself and let it go.
A waitress in bunny lingerie arrived with a tray and four glass cups filled to the brim with alcohol. She left them on the table but not before giving the captain a fleeting glance and then leaving.
He was craving something, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
His eyes met with a dancer wearing white lace lingerie and angel wings on her back. Tall, bright-skinned and fair-skinned, with green eyes that contrasted perfectly with the colored lights of the place. She gave him a dirty, up-and-down look, subtly biting her lips.
Kita was a man who without a doubt, one of his greatest virtues was his striking physical attractiveness, so it was no wonder that most of the time he had a long waiting list of women who aspired to minimum an acoston with him. And well, Sly Fox knew it because he was no fool, and sometimes he could take advantage of it to satisfy himself. And it was clear to him that if women went down on his knees, it was only for a simple hobby and for his money, so he never took anything more seriously with all of them.
When he wanted to, Kita could be a son of a bitch.
He finished his drink in one gulp, without grimacing, and stood up to approach his next target for the night. He didn't have to worry about his companions, for they were in very good hands.
When he was close to her, he brought his lips to hers, feeling both their breaths collide and both their gazes connect. "Streets" by Doja Cat was playing in the background, which gave it a sexual feel and suddenly increased the tension between them. Like a gentleman, he hid a lock of hair that fell on the young woman's shoulder behind her ear, and then held her hand caressing the smooth skin to proceed to steal a kiss.
Well, then he was craving sex.
The woman gladly enjoyed the gentle treatment, so in less than three minutes he had her right where he wanted her. The girl led him through the corridors to some stairs with narrow walls, they walked up these stairs until they reached the second floor where the "private rooms" were located.
It was a short and rough night. He had made a mistake in choosing the woman that night, for she was so delicate and fragile that after only two rounds of sex she was already begging him to slow down, as she felt he was too much for her. He could be a bastard from time to time, but he tried to be a gentleman so he obeyed the girl's orders and left her alone, legs trembling and exhausted in the bedroom.
There was no woman who could stand his passionate pace and that frustrated him, for he could never be one hundred percent satisfied.
As he was frustrated and still horny, he decided to leave the place. He quickly went to the table to pick up his jacket only to realize that Atsumu was already on his way to the corridor of the private rooms, Osamu in the armchairs in front of the stage throwing money to the dancers and Suna smoking and having company of the girl dressed as a kitten that had provoked him so much.
He passed the bar, tipping the excited bartender and ordered him to say goodbye to Futakuchi for him.
He got into his Nissan, and looked at the time on his cell phone. It was barely 3 a.m.; Hannibal's contact appeared on your notification bar, with your exact home address as well as a brief message indicating that you had arrived safely. That message had been sent two hours earlier. Kita smiled to himself and blocked the cell phone so he could drive without distractions.
As he passed through one of the streets of Roppongi, the neighborhood where he was born, he noticed that some street prostitutes were still available. He slowed down and pulled up sharply towards them and let them get on. The women were quick to give him oral while he was driving and to bare their chests as quickly as possible. So desperate did they feel that they ended up doing it in the car and surprisingly endured 3 rounds in a row, and there was still plenty more in store for them once they reached Kita's house.
He certainly entertained himself quite a bit that night, but he still felt unsatisfied, moreover, terribly miserable and a liar with you; he had already had an unfaithful attitude and behavior and still had nothing serious with you.
But he doesn't owe you anything yet, that attitude would cause him problems once he gets what he craves so much.
Shit... what have you done to him?
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The next morning, to his luck he felt no hangover at all, just slightly dizzy, but that was fixed with some medicine and water. He stretched out his arm, feeling around for his cell phone and began to check it disinterestedly, finding a notification from Aran.
"It was hard but I got it" read the text.
A sly smile tugged at his lips, his eyes sang victory.
He took a quick shower, tidied up his room a bit and went out looking for his car. He was lucky, the night before after receiving those prostitutes he took care to leave his car spotless, as the mess bothered him to a great extent. He rolled up the long sleeves of his shirt, leaving them down to his forearm and unbuttoned the first two buttons of it, leaving a little skin uncovered. He lit his cigarette and finally began to walk through the streets of the city, focusing his eyes straight ahead and mentally reviewing the address where he was going to visit.
The powerful roars of the engine announced themselves through the streets, causing pedestrians to over jump and catching glances of all kinds. Curious women who saw the car as a synonym of money and power, men who longed to have such a car in their hands. Children who smiled when they saw it passing by, imagining their toy cars. Kita was hogging the streets, and they couldn't even see him because of his car's tinted windows. But if the white-haired man were to be seen, the hype would be even greater.
A spacious house, with a good-sized garage caught his attention immediately. It was nice, simple, minimalist finishes on the facade. Strident rock music filtered through the thin walls of the garage, and the sound of tools at work could barely be heard.
He parked the car and carefully slid out of it. He walked straight to the front door of the house, to ring the doorbell several times but no one came to his knock, which he found quite strange. He waited for a few minutes, shifting his weight from leg to leg as he patiently watched the Cartier watch devouring his left wrist. It annoyed him to be kept waiting, but he would try to be patient. A small voice in his head whispered to him that, perhaps, it was a good idea to peek into the garage.
Cautiously he approached, peeking out slightly as he strolled toward it. Now she understood why no one answered the door: you were too busy, under the car, concentrating on the lyrics of "Like a stone". He waited cautiously, at a sufficient distance from you, while he was internally amused to hear your voice singing at the top of his lungs.
"Holy shit! What are you doing here? How did you know my address?!" You exclaimed in fright after climbing out from under the car, as you wiped your black-stained face with your forearm.
You were beginning to consider that it had been a bad idea to get involved with Yuuji and go on the run.
"You don't have to be afraid, I just asked one of my boys to follow you home" he explained calmly.
"That's exactly why I'm afraid, I mean... why did you ask him? I thought, well, we'd only meet once" you argued, trying not to sound defensive.
"Honey I'm not looking for one time experiences" he commented approaching her, looking at her sensually, maintaining the polite posture that characterizes him.
A slight blush peeked out of your cheeks. You were sure that this message came with a double intention, but you wanted to stay out of the situation.
Your eyes roamed and imagined tracing the path of bare skin on his chest; you hated yourself for doing it, but it was unavoidable. You returned your gaze to the car as you detailed a few small, barely marked, bite marks. Clearing your throat, swallowing saliva and turning away from him, desperately reaching for your beer to lower the sudden heat in your body.
"Long night right?" You commented, biting tue lips slyly, curiosity killing you.
He took a few steps closer to you, arching his eyebrows, pretending not to know what you meant just to see your reaction. His expression forced you to keep inquiring, looking for an answer from him.
"I say that because of the bites on your chest" with a puff of air you managed to complete the sentence. The words were getting stuck in your throat, needing to get out.
"Ah, yes... they were very impatient last night" he explained without giving it any more thought.
I thought you didn't like one-night stands, you thought noticing that slight contradiction.
"I see, well, I guessed as much. A person like you can afford certain luxuries like that..." you added offhandedly, turning on your heels to look at him, taking a swig of your drink.
"I'm just an ordinary person, besides, these are treats that one needs from time to time, everything I have is the fruit of my work" Kita answered, crossing her arms. Her veins were visible on her bare skin, giving you a tempting view.
"What do you do for a living? If I may ask" you questioned incredulously, smiling amused.
"I have a business" Kita blurted out without adding further details.
"A business that involves guns, drugs, alcohol, trafficking, prostitutes and danger... isn't it?" you mumbled, your countenance calm but your gaze intense.
"I thought you were new to this world, but I see you know the main thing" you boasted proudly, puffing out your chest and cocking your head to the side.
"And with that you already know me" he added again, brushing his fingers across your lips, wiping away a tiny drop of beer that had been trapped at the corner of your lips.
"Less than 24 hours ago I thanked you for the favor you did... how can I trust you? How can you trust me?" you held his hand in yours, pulling his fingers away from your face, trying not to break eye contact.
"Trust is gained, don't secure something that isn't there between you and me" he stated, disengaging your grip on his hand, turning his wrist and now him, holding one of your hands, stroking the skin with his fingertips. It had not been a violent movement, it was delicate and slow, as if he wanted to feel for much longer the texture of your skin.
It didn't seem to bother him that your hand was dirty and greased, nor did he seem to mind your disheveled appearance in which he found you.
You sighed at the sudden movement, his droopy fingers deliciously scraping your fingers. God, how could he be so flirtatious yet gentlemanly at the same time? How could he use such harsh phrases but make them sound so sweet?
"But luckily that can be fixed" he whispered as he saw your expressions, subtly enjoying his caresses.
"Mhmm? How?" you asked in a soft tone, sliding your hand down, trying to stop the touch.
"Let's get to know each other better... I can teach you so many things, I can take you to as many places as you like" he brought his lips close to yours, and almost brushing them, he diverted them to your ear. That sensual whisper caused you to shiver. You felt so small, helpless and excited by the idea.
But that didn't take away from the fact that, by accepting the invitation, you would be on a journey of no return to possibly dangerous places and situations.
"But for that I need your consent, so... what do you say? Do you accept? I promise not to put your life at stake" he pulled his lips away from your ear, cleared his throat and his tone of voice returned to normal.
It was as if he had read your jumbled and jumbled thoughts.
There was something about him that despite his crazy life underground, he inspired you with calmness. There was not a hint of hesitation in his statement and he seemed to be a man of his word, true to his ideals.
"If it takes mentioning cars to get you to agree then be sure you will see many models" he joked to release your tension, smiling kindly.
You looked at him teasingly, and let out a small nervous chuckle.
"Ok, but if I don't like it, then I'll leave" you conditioned determined.
"Works for me" he pointed out shifting his weight back.
He waved goodbye to you, like a lifelong good friend, as he shot you serious looks, and a few more sassy ones. You just stuck out your middle finger, while rolling your eyes and feigning annoyance.
There couldn't be anyone more ideal for Kita, and I kept telling her that throughout the "spicy" conversation you two had. He loved seeing you so strong and domineering, but it turned him on to see how your courage and strength disappeared when you were in front of him. You made yourself small, and he could see your poor attempts to maintain your seriousness in the moment.
And no doubt, he had turned you on too, in every possible way.
After all, what is life without a little danger? It would be tasteless if you didn't add that elixir of the prohibited.