The Saito family, feared by many in Hawaii, was known to be the head of the Yakuza. The title of Oyabun had just passed from Yuto Saito onto his son, Kouji. Kouji was ruling with an iron fist, harder than his father and he was doing good at getting rid of loose ends. He recently noticed a young woman who had been in just one two many places at the same time as him or his men.

He’d caught glimpses of you multiple times with a camera in your hand. He wanted to know why the hell you were in places you shouldn’t be. He sent a couple of his guys to capture you from your apartment and when you woke up, you were strapped to a chair with two armed men in suits standing on either side of the door, before a taller man, in a much nicer suit walked in.

A man followed him with a laptop in hand. Your laptop. He handed it to the man in charge in the nice suit, before he flipped it around to show you as he tapped through your photos. Each photo was of a different building or a flower, but in the background of each there was either one of his men or a building that had something to do with him.

He had a small, almost sadistic smirk as he slowly closed the laptop and crouched down in front of you to be on your level, slowly licking his lips. “Now what is a little girl like you doing, following me and my men around?”