Page 40 of End It All

"You won't be getting it back."

Of course not. That cost me some serious cash.

He waved me in like he was opening the castle doors. How grand the place was, he might as well have been. The white marble flooring under my feet squeaked with every step. The walls and even the furniture were a crisp white like no one had ever touched them.

Who the fuck could possibly relax in a hell hole like this?I twisted around, taking in the floor to ceiling windows that gave the perfect view of Central Park.

"Quincy! Shit for brains." Daiki's smile was much like his father’s, filled with cruelty.

"Daiki."

A fist slammed into my face, rocking against my cheekbone. I bit down on my tongue and tasted blood as pain flared along the side of my cheek. I moved my jaw back and forth before spitting a wad of blood onto the white marble flooring.

"A hello would have worked." I grinned, knowing damn well my teeth were covered in my blood.

"See, that's your problem, Quincy. You don't know how to bow your head and stay in your place." Daiki grabbed a chair and leaned on the back of it. His ankles crossed as he stared atme with a bored expression. "I can't fathom what my brother, or even my father, sees in someone like you."

"I don't know; winning personality, I'm sexy as fuck, not to mention I have a big cock, oh, there's also the fact I'm damn good at what I do."

Daiki snapped his fingers, pushing off the chair. "That's the thing, whatdoyou do Quincy?" He moved closer to me, his black gaze boring into me. "Every job I've given you so far has resulted in failure. And before that, Kai was a disaster, and I can't help but think it's all you."

Kai wasn't me. The idiot couldn't make a good call even if it bit him in the nutsack. I swallowed back my words knowing damn well he was baiting me. I was bold, and fuck, even reckless at times, but I wasn't stupid. I knew what my future would be if I attacked the heir. Death would only be a sweet relief to what they'd have done to me.

Daiki sighed and went back to leaning. "I looked into the whole situation. Something my father should have done."

"Who says he didn't?"

"He wouldn't have had a traitor’s child under him for sure. Not to mention give you any type of authority if he knew you were just like your mother and spent your days pimping yourself out." The grin he shot my way was full of disdain. “You’re probably a rat like your father.”

Bile burned the back of my throat the more Daiki spoke. It wasn't as if I hid anything about my past, but there were certain aspects I didn't need to become public knowledge. It was enough that I was only half Japanese. If the guys found out my old man ratted out his own for a lighter sentence, it would make shit even harder. Tack on that I used to work the streets and the little respect I'd garnered would dissipate.

"That's only the tip of the iceberg, but fuck, this thing is enough to have you killed." Daiki said as he dropped a thick file at my feet.

I had no desire to read it, and I wasn't going to. I knew very little about my father except that he'd been a yakuza. Back when I was young and dumb, there'd been a part of me hoping to meet the man after entering the same lifestyle. When I’d found out the truth of how he’d ratted out the organization, joy was the only thing I felt knowing he died long before I had the opportunity to meet him.

"You wouldn't be telling me this if you were going to kill me."

"At least you're not as stupid as you look." Daiki nodded and five guys circled me. "You're going to prove yourself to me."

I'd already given their dad half of my pinky on my right hand. I'd done it to show my loyalty, and he'd accepted. Daiki thought he was getting the same treatment? He could kiss my abused hole.

"I heard you're good at fighting."

I shrugged. "I can hold my own."

He nodded. "That's good to hear." He snapped his fingers. "?????"Grab him.

I didn't struggle. No matter what he said, I knew this was more than a fight. It was better to wait, weigh my options, and then figure out what to do next. As he stepped forward, I knew I was right.

Hands wrapped around my biceps and another circled the back of my neck. The weed was no longer working to keep me calm. I didn't care for being held down. The urge to break free and kill every single last one of them was all too real.

The blow to my abdomen from Daiki robbed me of all the air I held in my lungs. I sputtered, trying to work past the pain that quickly followed. It would have been bearable, if not for the fact that he wasn’t letting up. Blow after blow came my way, and Iwas forced to stay standing up. My hands were kept behind my back as Daiki hit me.

"That fuck up you did with the Russians, I'm going to give you the chance to fix it. I don't care how, just handle it."

He punched me repeatedly until the pain was a constant throb in the middle of my abdomen. I took every hit, letting him be the big man he so desperately wanted to show the world. Daiki took a step back, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead as he pushed his black hair off his face. A few strands had fallen out of place.

I panted. "????????????????,"It's easy to hit someone who can't fight back.