My Wife Is a Gangster
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Meeting the Temptress
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"Ruka, how long are you going to jump from one bitch to another?" said his childhood friend and life time subordinate, the Natsume Hyuuga, business tycoon, previously known as the number one hottest bachelor but sadly not anymore, while placing his feet on top of his office table.
Ruka, the object of the topic, nineteen years old, a fascinating blonde with aquamarine orbs deeper than the Atlantic, merely shrugged in reply.
"You just got yourself a girlfriend and now you're starting to talk like a father" he said smiling.
Yes, three months earlier, he and Natsume were the best of buds, toying from one woman to another without a care of their fathers' wraths. But now, his best friend has fallen into a ravine devoid of freedom, he fell in love. No more bar hopping, no more eye balling and no more making out with some whore in front of their hurt girlfriends and laughing their hearts out once they see their lofty reactions. Natsume has turned into someone else over the past few months.
Natsume grunted. "It's love, Ruka."
"Sorry Nat, but, I'm not having any of that shit." Ruka turned around and waved his hand coolly as he left his pal displeased.
'Love? What the hell is that?' He thought ruffling his soft golden curls. Natsume's bickering non sense again.
He pressed the elevator's down button and waited. With a ting, the elevator doors open and he went inside in a graceful stride.
Women, old or young, were intentionally squishing their bodies closer to him. Some were giving him the look while others wanted to convey their lust by licking their Maybelline glossed lips.
Ruka found none of them attractive. Sure they have eye catching curves and expensive outfits, but none of them harbored his interest. They were simply not good enough. And he hates boring girls the most.
The doors to the ground floor opened and he stepped out ignoring the bunch of selfless women who were trying to show off their cleavage in his face.
"Have a nice night, Sir Nogi." The receptionist greeted.
He went towards her, took her hand and kissed it while the pitiful girl fell for his trap and blushed furiously.
"I will." He answered and left the tomato faced girl alone.
He grinned triumphantly..
My charm's never failed me. He pointed out the obvious.
Outside of the building, parked his black and yellow striped Lamborghini Reventon, a birthday gift from his recently deceased grandma. He made a show of slipping of his polo throwing it into the back seat, putting on his Ray Ban shades and leaping in the driver's seat than typically opening the door. The audience was in awe as they watched him speed away as if on a hurry.
The wind messing his hair, he drove riskily with his left hand nonchalantly placed outside the window, Simple Plan's I Can Wait Forever playing on his portable iPod speakers.
A pink Porsche honked grabbing his attention. The driver, a female, pushed her red hair back and winked at him.
Hm, a C cup, not bad, not bad at all. Ruka threw one of his calling cards at the girl who was blowing kisses at his direction.
He stepped on the gas pedal and accelerated rapidly driving past the traffic light that just went red right on time.
His black iPhone vibrated.
He looked at the screen hoping it was the girl he had just met, more like drove by, but gritted his teeth once he saw the name of the caller.
He answered the call annoyed.
"What is it pops?"
"Is that how you regard your elders Ruka?!" His father lectured yelling at the phone.
"Hell I care, what is it?" Ruka growled. If anything could ruin his mood, it was the one and only CEO of the Nogi International Corporation, a shipping company and owner of luxurious airlines and cruise ships and anything related to leisure and wonderful living. In short, the legal husband of his beloved mother.
He heard his father sigh. "Come home immediately Ruka, there's something we have to talk about."
"Talk? With me? What's the celebration for?" He bit back his tongue. His patience was running out, any moment now his phone will end up destroyed and crushed to pieces in the middle of the highway.
"You'll find out later. Just please, return home." His father begged.
Ruka raised his right brow amused. His father? Pleading for his son to come home. What drama. They should make a soap opera about it, he'll definitely sponsor it.
"I'm on my way. Bye." Ruka cut the call and as expected, threw his phone out the window and was about to be run over by an incoming truck.
"Shit." He cursed and pounded the wheel.
He turned the wheel counter clockwise and did a U turn as he speedily went towards home. The sooner he got this over with the better. Plus, he already had something planned out for tonight with a Victoria Secret model nonetheless. He couldn't skip out on this babe.
In a few minutes, he grabbed his jacket and swung it over his shoulder and closed the car door.
A maid and a butler came to his aid and accompanied him to his father's room.
The Nogi Mansion was second to the biggest recorded private structure in use as of today. The first of course, being owned by the Hyuugas.
Ruka was uncomfortable as they passed by some room holding memories of his past. It flooded his mind and blurred his insights. It was irritating.
They came upon the music room, and there he no longer could control the emotion struggling to come out. He opened the door and took a peek at the white grand piano illuminated by candles. He could recall how his mother's fingers slide past each key and play a piece just for him. His favorite, Canon by Pachelbel. When his mother commits a mistake she would giggle in that cute voice of hers and strangle him. It was the happiest time of his life. He just wished it could've last a lot longer.
Closing his eyes, he massaged his temples.
The butler and the maid wanted to comfort their young master but knew they could do nothing about it. Ruka's mother was a taboo topic in the household. Speak her name, you'll get fired. Insult her name; expect your death within six hours.
Ruka got over his vulnerability and continued walking.
They stopped in front of a wide wooden door. Ruka, alone, went inside and closed the door behind him.
"Ruka." His father, who was sitting on the bed said weakly.
Ruka nodded.
His father smiled inwardly, yes, his only son being here is enough. Even if he looks at him with those furious, callous eyes. It was enough, he couldn't ask for more.
"Sit." He ordered as his son abides with a grunt.
"Would you like something to---"He was about to say however his son rose from his seat impatiently.
"I don't have all day." He glared.
"Patience is a virtue Ruka," He sighed knowing how it was of no use to talk to him in such an accustomed manner. "Ruka, I'm ill."
"Obviously." Ruka answered sitting back down on the soft maroon couch.
"My time is coming near, my son." With this phrase Ruka listened attentively, his face still devoid of emotion.
"I'm not going to sympathize over your dead corpse pops. I'm just here, since you ordered me to."
"Yes, I understand. As I was saying, Ruka, I'm going to die. I have no other children. You are the sole heir of the company." He said.
"So you're going to dump all the responsibility to me?" Ruka asked coldly.
"Yes."
Ruka stood up again and was about to leave. "I will not be a puppet of your damn business. Find someone else."
"I did." His father's ambiguous words caught his attention.
"So why did you ask me to come here?"
"Ruka, if I were to place someone in that position without having any relation to me or the company whatsoever it will only trigger complaints and riots. So I intend to make her part of the family." His father explained in a business like fashion.
"Your point is?" Ruka was getting irritated. His father was speaking in circles.
"She's going to become my daughter in law. To put it simply, she's going to be your wife, Ruka."
Ruka stared at his father in shock and disbelief. This was so old school, an arranged marriage? Who gives a shit about that crap. The reason why he left home was for him to attain freedom, was all his hard work going down the drain just because his old man told him so?
Answer is, no way in hell.
"You have absolutely no right to do that." Ruka said banging his fist on the wall.
"Oh, I do, you are my son after all."
"What if I reject your offer?"
"Expect your ties with the Hyuugas to be cut, your savings account close, your car and condo deprived, and you'll be forced to attend military school." His father threatened.
Ruka glared at him. "So you're blackmailing me, huh?"
"If by all means. This is for your own good."
"Tsk."
"I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry, she's a good person, beautiful too." His father snapped his fingers as the doors to his room immediately opened.
A Victorian beauty, with smooth porcelain skin, full pink lips, tantalizing amethyst orbs, and pixie black hair entered in a stunning purple bubble dress.
Ruka gaped at her. By far she was the most gorgeous he's ever met. But at least his reputation wouldn't be tainted and he did accept, in a way, his father's proposition (blackmail) the least he could give him was a pretty girl. But the girl standing emotionless in front of him wasn't a mere pretty girl, she looked like the goddess Aphrodite herself.
Ruka regained his composure and smiled sweetly at the stoic girl.
Like what he always does to win easily a girl's heart, he takes her hand and gently implants a gentle kiss on top of it.
He raised his head eager to see the girl's reaction, and he was astounded. Normally, women, of all ages, of all sizes, of all races, would swoon over him with hearts in their eyes. But this girl, his fiancée, future wife, and probably the bearer of his handsome children, was glaring at him.
The next thing he knew her palm made an impact on his cheek in a strong slap.
He was bewildered as he cupped his swollen cheek. No one ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever…you get the idea…treats Ruka Nogi this way. No one had dared to injure, bruise, or scratch his godly face. And if they did, they either beg for forgiveness and commit suicide, or migrate to another country in shame.
But his fiancée, after having slapped him hard, was smirking. SMIRKING! At a time of this catastrophic disaster (his face getting wounded) the girl before him was smiling in amusement. She was proud of it! No, she wasn't proud of it, she was…enjoying herself.
"Bitch." He cursed under his breath as he received another whack this time on the other cheek.
"Call me a bitch again; you'll understand the true meaning of torture." Something behind those lovely purple eyes said she wasn't bluffing. And within that deep violet iris was a reenactment of the wails and cries of people their pain being transmitted to his soul.
Was his dad truly marrying him to this violent person! This might jeopardize the company.
"Pops! I'm not going to---"He retaliated only to find his father unconscious, not breathing, on the bed.
"OLD MAN!!!" Ruka screamed as he rushed to his father's side. His pulse was weakening and he was indeed, no longer able to breathe.
What a great time to die. Just as he was about to take back his word, his father dies.
"Looks like we're stuck husband and wife." The girl stated. Then she suddenly raised her dress exposing her pure white hips, making Ruka stop and marvel at the sight, and took out a dagger from a hidden compartment in black band encircling her right thigh.
The girl with a weapon on her hand ran towards Ruka in the speed of lightning. She cornered him, his back pressed on a wall, the knife grazing his cheek slightly as blood trickled down, while her other hand was caging him in making it a futile attempt to escape.
She grinned wickedly and licked the blade in a very erotic manner at that.
"I'm Hotaru Imai, your future wife. Nice to meet you."
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Yo! Haha! I don't why I wrote this…I guess it's just the heat of the moment!!!! But I hope you'll like this!!! This'll be my fanfic number two! YEAH!!! HAHA!!!!
Be sure to read my first fanfic please!!! It's called Killing the Prince!!!
Anywho, Adieu!
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