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I am feeling . . . energetically drained -more than normal. not because of stress, not because of my lack of sleep, not because of the threat. but because Wakasa won't stop clinging onto me after what happened in Matsuno's warehouse the other day, the poor pet-shop-owner was traumatized he doesn't even want to go back inside that place anymore. so here i am, being the thoughtful boss of my men and finding him a new place to relocate his whole beloved pet-store. but i was uncomfortable -a thing a rarely feel, due to the intense stares i sense coming from the other side of the lawn, belonging to Imaushi.
we're finally back in Aoyama, compromising a plan to keep Matheo safe all while expanding our name in Japan. if i want to protect Matheo i needed power -to which i am not lacking. but in Japan, our names are not that well known, other than me being the former executive of Bonten, and now a leader of a criminal organization that runs around the world.
Matheo's dressed in a thicker set of clothes as he played in front of me with the toys his dada Taiju and i bought to him as presents and a bribe to not sneak away like what he did in USJ ever again. we had a heart attack that day and my heart still pounds whenever i remember that the Haitani's and Haruchiyo were the ones who found my son. what were they even doing there in the first place?
"wama?" his stuttering call made the corners of my lips turn upwards as i lifted my face from being buried on an upside-down book to take a glance at him.
