Akira

Dahlia is testing her freedom. I let her. She tests me, flirting, dancing, fighting staying out all night.

Finally, she brings home a boyfriend. She looks me in my eyes, the minx she is and smiles softly. Isn't he pretty?

I just smile back.

I pull him aside. He seems...confident. I smirk.

"I have to get ready. Akira...be nice," she says softly, ducking into the bedroom. And then it's just us two. The open foyer is silent.

He looks me up and down. I'm sitting in the main chair. I get up, offering my hand.

He looks at it, before shaking it.

"She may flirt with you. She might let you hold her hand. Kiss her. But I want to you to know, she still comes home to me. Opens her legs, flashes those gorgeous tits and she begs me...to come inside her.

"

I smile, adjusting his shirt. "All night. Every night. Akira, I want you. Akira put it inside," I whisper leaning into his ear. "Daddy I need you."

I lean back, tapping his chest. "Just remember. You are a rebellion. I am the ending. Have fun on your date."

"You're not scaring him are you," she asks, putting an earring on. She's stunning. At least she's going out, I didn't feel much like it.

He's almost useful.

"Of course not. We were just talking about the recent uptick in machines in the service industry."

He blinks looking around. "Ah...yeah. Yeah."

I smile, putting my hand on her back. "You look gorgeous. You know to keep your location on,"

"I'm sure you could find me even if I didn't have it on," she responds dryly, stepping into her heels. We're face to face now, I don't have bend down.

I pull her into a deep kiss, letting her go. "Have fun. Not too much fun, you kids be in by 11." I chuckle.

She rolls her eyes but takes his arm and lets him walk her out.

"Seriously though," I smirk letting my voice even out. "It's get very dangerous after 11. Unsavory Yakuza types come out."

I shrug. "Some may seem friendly, but they're actually very territorial. It is...their territory after all."

She casts me a backward glance. I smile and wave.

She knows.

If I think he's too close to her I'll cut his head off right in front of her. Take him in a back alley and have him killed.

Wouldn't have to lift a finger.

She knows. She's putting hm mortal danger, putting him in front of me. That glance, a small smirk on her face, as she puts her hand in his.

But doesn't she know? Her blatant disregard for his safety as she puts him in mortal danger let's me know she doesn't give a fuck about him.

So I smile and I wave.

Her brows dip, her eyes narrowing. She wants a reaction from me.

I don't think she'll like the one I've got in mind.

The door slams. I sit in my chair. "Tail them. I don't trust him."

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