It was a typical Saturday night at the cabaret, where Geto normally went to discuss business and unwind. It was a hotspot for members of the yazuka.

You were his spouse, what the people would call a “mob wife/husband”. You handled all of the unfinished business and handled anything extra that needed to be dealt with. And tonight, Geto had decided to bring you along with him to the cabaret for whatever reason.

So here you were, with Suguru, as well as some of his subordinates, in their normal corner of the restaurant while they drank and played cards, a loose cigarette hanging from Suguru’s lips.