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Chapter Ten
Tokyo
I hold the silver bars of the cage as "Death is No More" by Blessed Mane blares through the speakers. The pulsing bass vibrates through my body, guiding every sultry move. Holding my knees together, I glide down the bars, snaking back up with precision, my eyes locked on the VIP section.
Kai sits there, sprawled in his usual commanding way, surrounded by his boys. The second my brother’s gaze snaps up and locks on me, a jolt of satisfaction shoots through me. Stacy, wearing a barely-there silver dress, sashays toward him. Her blonde curls bounce as she climbs into his lap, draping herself over him like some overzealous house cat.
Kai’s inked hand rests on her thigh while the other hangs lazily over the back of the booth. She looks smug, like a puppy who’s finally been patted on the head. It grates on my nerves.
I continue my dance, but this time, I make sure it’s for him. I spread my legs, sinking lower as the beat drops, my head arching back while my hands slide up, gripping the bars above me. Each move is deliberate, calculated, designed to taunt. My black leather shorts ride up further, exposing more of my ass and pussy lips, the friction only adding to my energy.
I smile, daring him to look away. Let him see what he’s been depriving himself of. He hasn’t come to me at night in weeks, leaving me starving, but little does he know I’ve been watching him. Tonight, Stacy won’t get to keep what’s mine.
The boys in the VIP lounge laugh, puffing on hookah, their conversations drowned by the music. Their glasses clink as they sip on their Buchanans and Coke, the ice swirling lazily. Girls grind on their laps, the smoky haze blending with the flashing lights, but I know none of it matters. He’s still watching me.
But this is Kai—he’s punishing me. Punishing both of us for reasons I can’t quite grasp.
The bubble machines roar to life, foam flooding the floor as smoke and bubbles swirl through the air. The song shifts to "Under Your Spell," the haunting melody casting an intoxicating spell over the crowd. Our cages begin to descend, giving us a break before the next girls take over. When the cage door opens, I step out, hips swaying as I make my way to the bar.
“Usual, Rico,” I call out over the music, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me. He nods, his head bobbing to the rhythm, already reaching for the tequila and orange juice.
I shuffle in place, the movement keeping my energy high, when firm hands grab my waist. The touch is unfamiliar, uninvited. A low, raspy voice hisses in my ear, “Babydoll.”
I stop, my body going rigid. Slowly, I glance over my shoulder, and sure enough, some random asshole has decided he’s entitled to me. His hot breath ghosts over my skin; his grip is possessive and unwelcomed.
“Not interested,” I snap, shifting forward to break free, but he tightens his hold.
Rico’s back is turned, focused on pouring my tequila sunrise. I’m stuck, the man behind me refusing to take the hint. My pulse spikes, irritation blending with unease.
With a sharp inhale, I lift my heel and stomp down hard on his foot. The satisfying crunch of contact is drowned out by his pained grunt.
“You fucking bitch!” he growls, stumbling back.
I spin to face him, my glare slicing through the dim light. Rico catches the commotion as he places my drink on the bar. His expression shifts, calm but calculating, as he steps toward me. “You good?”
"I'm good," I say, grabbing the yellow and red drink Rico slides toward me. I take a long sip, savoring the citrusy sweetness before tilting my head at the man still hovering too close. "You know, you should really learn to take a hint when someone says they're not interested."
The guy’s glare sharpens, his nostrils flaring as he rakes a hand through his messy blonde hair. He’s clearly not used to rejection. Just as he steps forward, aggression darkening his features, a blur of movement snatches him back.
He stumbles, landing hard on his ass, his eyes wide with shock. Kai stands over him, his hand slowly releasing the guy’s collar. There’s no need for words; the look on Kai’s face says enough.
“We gotta hit the road,” Kai says casually, stepping past the man as if he’s nothing more than an afterthought. He grabs my drink, finishing it off without hesitation.
“Welp, I guess no drinking for me,” I say with a playful smirk, placing the empty glass back on the counter. I nod at Rico, who’s already busy prepping a round of shots for another customer. “Thanks, Rico. Tell Taz I’m done for the night.”
He gives me a quick nod, not missing a beat as he lines up the shots. Kai’s hand finds mine, his grip firm but not forceful as he leads me toward the dance floor. The music shifts, the bass deepening, and my favorite song begins to play.
"Veil."
I stop in my tracks, pulling Kai toward me. My arms wrap around his neck as I press my body close to his. The rhythm flows through me, my hips moving instinctively to the beat. I can feel the tension radiating off him, the way his body stiffens, his hands hovering awkwardly at his sides.
Unlike before, his hands don’t find my hips, and it throws us off sync. He’s holding back, refusing to give in, and I don’t blame him. But I’m selfish—I’ve always been. I press harder against him, my ass firm against his thighs as I grind into him. I want this. I want him to give me this moment.
But Kai is unyielding. He taps my arms lightly, motioning toward the VIP section where his boys are gathering their things. "We gotta go if you want to race, little sis," he says, his voice low but steady.
And just like that, the magic dies, replaced by the familiar rush of adrenaline. The need to speed overtakes everything else. “I’ll meet you out front. Just grabbing my jacket and bag,” I tell him.
He dips his chin in acknowledgment before turning away, leaving me to weave through the crowd toward the dressing room.
Once inside, I grab my neon pink fluffy crop top jacket and slip it on over my leather cutout crop top. My hands move to adjust my bustier, perking up my tits and tightening the straps around my abdomen. I smooth out the twisted fabric of my booty shorts, ensuring they sit just right.
Turning to the mirror, I check myself out, twisting to get a good look at my ass. The leather clings perfectly, highlighting every curve. My hair is half-up, with soft curls framing my face, and despite the sweat of the night, my makeup remains intact. A quick swipe of gloss is all I need to refresh my lips.
I kick off my heels, swapping them for my black and white Dunks. Sliding on a pair of black socks, then sliding into the sneakers and lacing them up, the comfort is a welcome change from the pinching stilettos. Grabbing my Hello Kitty duffle bag, I sling it over my shoulder, giving myself one last glance in the mirror.
Ready. Always ready.
I walk out of the club, the cool night air brushing against my skin as the bass from inside pulses faintly behind me. Sure enough, Blue is parked at the corner, gleaming under the streetlights like a predator waiting to strike. Around it, the usual suspects linger—decked-out cars, revving engines, and groups of racers exchanging bets. Miko’s here too, leaning against his Civic, shamelessly macking on some girl who looks like she’s already lost the plot.
But none of that holds my attention. My eyes find his instantly. Kai. He’s leaning against Blue, lighting up a joint, the glow briefly illuminating his sharp features. The speakers of the Nissan thrum with "Classy 101" by Feid, the rhythm syncing with my pulse as I start toward him and the crew.
Just as I’m closing the distance, Stacy steps into view, her silver dress catching the light in all the wrong ways. She moves toward Kai like she owns him, her presence demanding attention. Kai doesn’t even look at her at first, but when he does, a crooked smirk tugs at his lips—the one that makes my stomach twist in ways I’ll never admit. It’s my favorite.
The sight of her trying to claim even a scrap of his attention lights a fire in me, and my steps quicken, determination burning in my chest. By the time I reach them, I’ve already decided—she’s not getting this moment. Not tonight.
“Keys,” I say, stepping right between them without sparing her a glance. My hand extends toward Kai, cutting through the haze of smoke that curls lazily around him. His narrowed eyes flick up to mine, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s fighting back a laugh.
“Ohh, little sister’s racing tonight?” Chino’s voice cuts through the moment, loud and cocky as always. He’s sprawled on the hood of his car, his arm draped around the girl who’s been clinging to him all night. “You sure she’s good enough to go up against the big boys.”
“She’s better than good,” Miko chimes in, strolling over with a chuckle that’s equal parts amused and impressed. “You sure you’re ready to lose your Subaru, Chino?”
I give Kai a single nod, and after a deliberate pause, he hands over the keys. The cold metal jingles in my hand like a challenge thrown. Stacy’s narrowed eyes drill into me, but I don’t even spare her a glance. This isn’t about her. It never was.
“Big talk for someone about to choke,” I say, my voice sharp as I glance over my shoulder at Chino. My words land like a slap, and the boys erupt in a chorus of oohs and laughs.
“She learned from the best,” Kai says, passing the joint to Lalo. His smirk widens as he adds, “Just hand over the Subaru now.”
Chino shakes his head, laughing it off. “Tell you what,” he says, leaning forward with a grin that’s all bravado. “If she wins, the Subaru’s hers.”
Kai lets out a low laugh, leaning back against Blue. “Get ready to give it up.”
I glance at the Subaru and back at Chino, my confidence unwavering. “Better start saying your goodbyes.”
Kai’s approval flashes briefly in his expression, but it’s enough. I turn to him, tossing the keys lightly in my hand. “You riding with me?”
He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he takes one last pull from the joint, his smirk softening into something almost dangerous. Then, finally, he nods, stepping forward and sliding into the passenger seat.
The roar of Blue’s engine cuts through the night as I grip the wheel, my hands steady and sure. The bassline of “Toxic Waste” thrums through the speakers, syncing with the pulse in my veins. I glance at Kai, my voice low but firm. “Ready?”
He arches a brow, his smirk returning. “You sure you don’t need me to take over, like old times?”
“Not a chance,” I reply, my grip tightening. The stars above seem to wink in approval as the engine growls louder.