There might be a few questions about Kayleigh coming up in this chapter. Don't worry, it'll be revealed in future chapters ;) So please keep reading!

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Chapter 3

The deep bass of the music was throbbing in my ears as our party walked through the club towards the VIP area. The dance floor was packed with a lot of people, one more beautiful than the other. Of course there were more women in short skirts or dresses and high heels than men in suits or equally elegant clothing. The huge bar was occupied by six bartenders and throughout the club were hostesses walking around, serving drinks.

I felt so out of place, more than I usually did, even with the right clothes on. However, my last name was making me superior to all of these young people living the high live – at least that's what they thought when they tried to get my attention. I couldn't care less though. I'd rather trade it all – the money, the name, my fate – for a life in peace and with people that loved and cared for me equally as much as I loved them. But this was a luxury that would always be denied to me.

The entrance to the VIP area was guarded by two tall and muscly guards in black suits. They were wearing small ear pieces to be connected with every guard and high ranking employee of the club at all times. Their posture stiffened when they saw us approaching and without hesitation the velour cordon was pulled back to let us enter the staircase that led up to the more private area of the club. The gallery was decorated in a very modern and classy style with lounge chairs, small tables and an exclusive bar. Flower decorations, candles and beautiful art created a perfect environment for His VIPs. They were chatting and enjoying the view with expensive drinks in their hands.

But all of this didn't matter to me when I followed Seishiro to see Him. Another pair of guards opened some velvet curtains and we entered the antechamber where we took of our shoes. My heart was racing in my chest, fueled by a lot of anger and even more fear. I was scared but I couldn't let this fear taking over my senses. I needed to be strong … at least on the outside.

With the sadistic smile still plastered on his face Seishiro waved his arm as if he was presenting me the entrance to hell. I sarcastically bowed to him and entered the room that reminded me of my childhood back in Kyoto.

He was enjoying a cup of his favorite tea when I walked up to him. His back was turned to me but I bowed deeply and lingered in this posture for a while to show him my respect. The room was quiet. Only the faint sound of the music beneath us was reaching us through the thick walls.

"So good for you to come." His words sounded soft, loving even. I lowered my bow a tiny bit.

"You've requested my presence. What is it that you wish to see me here, Sensei?" I asked with a surprisingly steady voice. I heard the light ruffling of his dress pants when he got up from his tea ceremony. He sat down the cup and approached me slowly. My heart was jumping in my throat when his feet came into my view. His dry hand touched my chin and forced me to look up at him.

"How long have you been absent from training?" I swallowed hard. There was no point in lying to him. He already knew anyways.

"Four weeks. But I haven't been idle, Sensei. I have been jog-"

The force of his slap sent me flying to the floor. Luckily the bamboo mats were quite soft so the impact didn't hurt so much. But my face was on fire. I even tasted blood in my mouth from my lip being split open.

"Go back to training immediately. I need you in your best form for the next mission." He said in a stern voice that was filled with authority. Everyone could sense the rage that was boiling deep inside of him.

"Yes, Sensei." I said softly, not daring to move from my position on the ground. I had to channel every ounce of dignity I had left since the incident at his trading company to hold back a stream of tears. And he saw my struggles. With a deep sigh he crouched down next to me and I couldn't help but flinch away a little. He reached into his pocket and handed me an embroidered handkerchief. When I hesitated to take it he gave me a small nod.

"Never forget, you are very precious to me, Kayleigh." He said softly and traced my left cheekbone as I held the piece of cloth against my bleeding lip. His gentle touch was the absolute opposite from his painful slap; as if he had two beasts inside of him, always fighting for the upper hand over his body.

And then I saw it, the change in his eyes. The evil snake had won, for now. He grabbed my chin vice-like in his strong hand and his cold eyes pierced right into my soul.

"But also remember one thing: Displease me again and I will burn you to ash, my sweet Sakura. Just like I did with our mother."

My heart was breaking once again as he reminded me of the past. The pain of this haunting memory clouded my senses. With my watery eyes fixed on His back that was again turned towards me I didn't feel Seishiros guards dragging me out of the room.

Numb and in silence I put on my shoes and walked out to the gallery. Not waiting for His lapdogs I walked up to the bar and requested some Whiskey. The bartender sat down my order in front of me but I grabbed the bottle from his hands before he could turn away. I downed the first glass in one gulp.

"Well someone's having a rough night." He said after he had watched me downing three more.

"Yeah, pretty much." I said and refilled my glass.

"You wanna talk about it? That's probably better than getting drunk. Plus, I'm a pretty good listener." I paused and looked up at him. He had long light brown hair and cute smile.

"That's very sweet of you …" I checked his name tag, "… Craig. But if you want to keep this job and all of your limbs you turn around right now and forget all about me." I said, my voice filled with warning.

"But why …" He started but I cut him off.

"That's why." I said and pointed behind me. Craig's eyes widened in shock and his face lost all color. With a stiff nod he turned away and went to the other side of the bar to serve two ladies in their early thirties.

"What the fuck? You can't just run off like this!" Seishiro grabbed my shoulder and jerked me around, making me spill my drink. Annoyed I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. The alcohol in my system was making me reckless. I pushed his hand off of me.

"Don't forget who you're working for." I glared at him. He scoffed.

"Don't forget what made him wanting to guard you in the first place."

"I'm still outranking you, Seishiro. And I always will." I growled and pushed past him. "Now take me home."

Seishiro clenched his fists and watched me going back downstairs. His guards looked at him in confusion.

"What are you morons looking at? Take her home. And make sure she stays there." He barked and they hurried after me whereas their boss stayed at the bar, fueling his loathing for the obvious truth: No matter how much she would piss Him off … He would rather slit her throat personally than letting anyone else lay their hands on her.

Author's note:

Only the conversation with Craig was held in English.