Nogitsune by Amaris Laurent, Jonathan D. Alexanders IX Read Free Book Online

the rape and murder of a young girl; a case solved with misplaced evidence and a flawed judicial trial. What he remembered the most about that day was Daiki whispering in David’s ear. He didn’t know what was said, but he could see David was furious with Daiki’s words.
     
    He continued watching and saw one of the strippers taking him to the V.I.P Room.
     
    Kento turned to the other television to find Daiki Fukai entering the club with three men, obviously drunk and hyped. One of the men pointed at the V.I.P., making Kento turn to see the stripper talking and kissing David. From there, Daiki grabbed a stripper and took her to the V.I.P room, and settled near David and his stripper of choice.
     
    Then, he could see David take out a gun and point it right at Daiki’s head. Kento watched with rage as David left and then Neige stood up and casually followed.
     
    Kento paused the video quickly and pointed to the stripper dancing with David.
     
    “Who is she?” Kento asked.
     
    “That’s Neige,” said Ichiro Sato, another Inato hitman.
     
    “Is she working tonight?”
     
    Ichiro shook his head. “Nah, she’s off tonight.”
     
    “How convenient!” said Kento. “Go find the bitch and see what she knows.”
     
    “And if she doesn’t know anything?”
     
    “Just intimidate her so she continues to understand,” responded Kento.
     
    Ichiro nodded with a devilish smirk, knowing that Kento had given him permission to use whatever means he needed to extract information from Neige. This suited Ichiro fine since he wanted to fuck Neige ever since he laid eyes on her.
     
    Once Ichiro left the room, Kento pressed play and resumed the video watching every minute of Daiki’s final moments. Then, he saw her.
     
    “Who the fuck is that?” Kento asked as he rewound the video and looked at Chion.
     
    Chion looked at Kento and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, sir! I’ve never seen her before.”
     
    “Does she work here?”
     
    Chion shrugged his shoulders again. “I don’t know.”
     
    Kento grabbed Chion by the back of his neck and slammed his head down on the desk. “Then what the fuck do you know?”
     
    Kento took out his gun and put it to the back of Chion’s head. Then, Kento viewed the television and saw the unknown woman on top of Daiki and her eyes had rolled back smiling as if she knew someone would be watching. It was obvious none of them had ever seen Illicit before.
     
    “Find that bitch and bring her to me,” Kento ordered. “Do you understand?”
     
    Chion nodded.
     
    “What do you want us to do about Hamada?” Ryu asked.
     
    “I’ll handle him personally,” Kento responded.
     
     

Necessary Evil ( 必要 悪 )
     
     
     
    “Who is it?” yelled Neige as she walked to the door in her T-shirt and panties.
     
    “Ichiro!”
     
    Without thinking, Neige opened the door and let Ichiro Sato inside her apartment.
     
    “Ichiro, what’s going on?”
     
    Ichiro looked around in his usual way whenever he was in another person’s home. He observed every object near and around her. He was slightly distracted due to Neige’s figure and the fact she had on barely any clothes.
     
    “We saw the video from the V.I.P.,” said Ichiro. “You want to tell me what the fuck you were doing there with that cop?”
     
    Neige froze as she walked toward her kitchen. “Ichiro, I can explain.”
     
    “I’m listening!”
     
    Neige stood still, knowing Ichiro wasn’t one to mess with. “I didn’t know he was a cop. I just thought he was one of the regulars at the club.”
     
    “What the fuck do you take me for? I saw how you were kissing and dry-humping the guy. Do you hump on all the regulars like that?”
     
    Fear filled Neige’s eyes as she looked at Ichiro. “I swear I don’t know anything.”
     
    Ichiro’s eyes sized up Neige’s legs and the curves leading up her thighs as she stood before him.
     
    “You know since the first time I saw you, I wanted to fuck