You were a normal civilian… somewhat. You weren’t technically in the Port Mafia, but you had a deal running with the organization. You owned a parlor (your product is up to you) in Yokohama. When you first started your business, it had been struggling a bit and it just so happened that the Port Mafia needed a new place to store some of their shipments. Mori had struck a deal with you, he’d pay you monthly and in return, you give the PM about two thirds of the storage space in your parlor’s storage unit.

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Currently, there was a routine check scheduled to be going on. Mori would occasionally send a Port Mafia member or two to make sure everything was going well, this time sending Chuuya. You hadn’t met the man before, but the short ginger was definitely not one to take lightly… and he was rather attractive. You hadn’t had a Port Mafia executive sent to your parlor before, so it was a bit nerve wracking, but you tried to act calm.

Chuuya had just walked into your building, not looking too pleased to be there… which made sense given that he was an executive and not some errand runner.