NALEDI’S POV
I was dressed in a slutty dress and led to the dinner by an armed man.
I didn’t miss the looks people threw at me when they saw me, the soft muttering of my name, hisses, and nasty glares that welcomed my presence. They all hated me, I’d killed their good-for-nothing head.
If there was one thing I was proud of, despite the pains and bruises I nursed all over my body, it was the fact that I got rid of that scum of the earth. Although it was an accident, I’d take the win anyway.
Don Yakuza was the Former Alpha of the Yakuza family. Ever since I was trafficked and brought into this pack as a young child, I hated him with everything within me. Ranging from the terrible trafficking business he operated, down to other evil things he did and made me into.
I came into the Yakuza as a young child, in pain and full of anger and he made me into a docile killing machine that breathed only when he asked me to. After surviving the trade camp, missing death by the thread and being given a job to be an assassin, he developed an uncanny likeness to me that made me into his personal slave.
All through those years, I swallowed everything I was made to do. Killed when asked to, and submitted to the devil that owned me. The only thing that kept me alive was my unfulfilled destiny to destroy the Cosa Nostra and make them pay for everything they’ve done.
When I started working as a personal Assassin for Don Yakuza, Draken’s father, I realized his son held a sick obsession for me. At the time he was young and would always get scolded by his father who believed Draken was still very immature and unable to handle the business.
A reason he used as leverage to hold the position as the Alpha and Don of the Yakuza despite his old age. At the time I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. I was too busy, going on different missions to care about the power-hungry and diabolical father-and-son duo.
I figured if I did my job well enough, there would be nothing to worry about, until that night. I’d just returned from a job and reported to the Don, who immediately came at me with a vengeance.
For a second I thought he was drunk. I thought it was another one of his drunken acts but it took me some minutes before I realised it was nothing of the sort. When he pressed a gun on my ribs, licking my skin in the most dirty way while trying to have his wicked way with me, I made a decision.
I decided that I didn’t escape the women’s camp just to be taken advantage of again by the Don. I didn’t become Attai the assassin just to become a victim again. When I decided I was done being the weaker one, I meant every single word.
I didn’t realise when I picked up a wooden plaque and struck it right into his chest. Not in the heart, but close enough to buy me sometime before I got discovered. That day, I walked out of his office like normal, made my way out of the Yakuza with the excuse of having another job to handle and took to the heels.
I didn’t look back until I met Alek Volkov, who helped me and gave me a job while I remained on the low, hiding from the ones I escaped from. That is until Caellum came into the picture.
Looking back at the sequence, I couldn’t help but think that meeting my mate – ex-mate – had a lot to do with my current situation. And although this shit hurt like crazy, and I still hated him with everything within me, or so I thought, I wouldn’t take it back for the life of me.
I couldn’t.
We got to a door and it was opened. A large dining room. Much larger than Caellum’s, stood before my eyes, and sure enough, Draken sat on the table filled with food and so did Nicolai.
My heart burned with anger at the sight of him. That bastard that turned me over.
“Oh she’s here!” Draken said, clapping excitedly. “Come over, Attai. We’ve been waiting for you.”
Anyone who heard him would think he was excited to have me. They’d think I was an honoured guest but I knew better. From my years growing up here, everyone knew that Don Yakuza’s son was a psychopath.
He was mentally unstable and could smile and laugh while dicing someone with a butcher knife and somehow expect others to see it as normal as he did. One of the reasons his father was reluctant to hand over leadership to him.
Draken was unpredictable due to his disordered mental state. Which made him all the more dangerous. He could wake up and make life-threatening decisions just because he felt like it and when angry, there was little you could do to pacify him.
I limped to the table, attempting to pull a chair when I felt his cold gaze. I stiffened, unable to understand the reason for his sudden change in demeanour.
“Did you forget your place, Attai?” He asked in a grave tone, and Nicolai just looked amused.
I stood there, confused and needing to be put out of my misery. I didn’t say a word of my plight. If there was one thing about the Yakuza, they never liked to be spoken back to. I learned that the hard way.
“You are my fucking pet, Attai.” He gritted and my body froze. “Come sit at my feet.”
Five words, five words that stripped me of every remaining dignity I thought I had. There was no way I’d been reduced to a fucking pet for the Yakuza. It was reliving my nightmarish life all over again. This time for the younger Yakuza.
I stood, immobile, every thought in the book storming into my mind and invading my senses.
“Attai..” A warning.
I moved my limbs, knowing finding my way to his side and like the fucking pet he wanted me to be, knelt right at his feet, breathing heavily and shaking with anger.
“Good girl.” He said, his anger vanished, “Where were we, Nico?” He moved on like nothing happened. Like it was normal to have me kneeling at his feet. Like I was a fucking animal and not a person with a mind of my own.
“The shipment will be arriving today.”