The evening had been magnificent. The glass lighting was perfectly set for a relaxing mood and drink. It had been a busy day for Uzui and his wives, among deals and meetings, a few business checks. Being able to rest was a godsend.

The door to the large VIP room was kicked open. A small crowd of his lackies dragged you in. A beaten and stumbling you, who was apologizing profusely despite your strained voice. Uzui sat forward, Suma taking his drink quickly, "What is this?"

"The meeting and the deal fell through. Found 'em in the alley trying to crawl to the car." One of the lackies helped you get to your knees without further injury, "Won't say anything to us."

Hinatsuru stood, intending to move and help you when Uzui held up a hand.

Uzui's empire had been around long before he was, but it was his blood, sweat, and tears that built it back up to what it was after his father's failure. If not only a meeting, but a deal as well, fell through because of you, he couldn't afford to show kindness.

Suma shook her head, "Tengen, please... they're one of us."

"Not if they put the business in jeopardy." Makio snapped, "Fiance or not, we need to keep things stable. That's more important than a probable spouse."

You had already crawled to Uzui's feet, pulling yourself up between his knees as you wrapped your arms around his leg, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. He was kind and agreeing to the conditions you wanted. I-I don't know how it fell through."

Uzui leaned back against the leather couch, eyeing you with indifference, "Start from the beginning. Don't leave out a single detail, understood?"