The Chairman's Girlfriend (REVISED)

Uncle Kenny's Nephew

Uncle Kenny's Nephew

The problem that we have in the existence of mankind is that you can't hear what people are thinking. If we could we would prepare our next moves, we would plan our answers, we would navigate our world better. You didn't realise that as a stranger you'd have such a lasting impact on a man that you'd flung with nearly 5 months ago.

Nothing and I mean nothing could've prepared you for what was going to happen next. It totally wasn't your fault that you'd been the victim of what we now know as revenge porn. The act of revealing sexual images by a former sexual partner, usually without the persons consent.

Meanwhile you'd, only minutes later, gotten a similar call. With Yun Jun saying he'd got the pictures of you and had told Kiryu about them, demanding money and threatening to release them to ruin you.

What came after that was incredible impulse. You sat still and let yourself think. Think yourself to death almost. You were incredibly exhausted all of sudden. Feeling the weight of your sins breaking your shoulders and the weight of the burden.

Kiryu came home and saw you sat in one place. At the dining table, completely still. In complete darkness with a blank look on your face as the cogs of your dusty mind continued turning slowly. What was next? There was a man threatening to release intimate pictures of you if he didn't get what he wanted. Talk about a relationship going sour.

Putting his keys down, Kiryu hung his jacket on the back of your chair and sat down next to you. For once, cutting the gap in the space between you both.

This was yakuza business. He wasn't clean. Neither were you. But somehow you felt so guilty about everything and you couldn't explain why.

"Who is he?" Kiryu asked very gently, playing with his silver square engraved lighter. Engraved with his year of birth.

"I dated him before I met you." You answered knowing exactly who he was talking about. "We only went out for a few months. One night he asked to take pictures of me and I let him."

He listened with a terrifying storm in his heart.

"Obviously, I broke up with him. Forgetting he had pictures of me."

Kiryu stroked your hair. "It'll be alright." He reassured.

"Will it?" You asked with tears welling your eyes and your vision watering up. "I might have worked as a stripper but I never slept with people for money." You cried properly.

"Even if you did, it doesn't matter."

"Of course it does." You argued with a heavy nose. "Imagine being with me. Knowing there's pictures of me like that out there."

"There won't be." Kiryu promised, holding your hand in his own. "I swear."

"I just wish I didn't make this mistake."

"You didn't make a mistake. You trusted someone." He reassured. "You're not wrong for doing that. He's wrong for using it against you."

"What did he say to you?" You asked gently.

"He wants money and me to meet him tonight."

You held your head in your hands and cried. Cried so hard you couldn't breathe or think properly. You know the feeling? Where you've built up so much pressure that the dam bursts, it overflows, it explodes, the water doesn't stop. You felt yourself grow incredible emotional at everything. Everything was upsetting you. Because for the first time in a long time you felt...vulnerable. Again. So you cried. Cried & cried & cried.

Even in the bed you cried. It was never ending the amount of tears you had in your body. You cuddled the pillow in an effort to get some reassurance on your past mistakes and how they'd come back to haunt you.

Kiryu changed his suit and sprayed a subtle aftershave while his aide did the same. The plan was that his aide would take the lead and keep it so Kiryu could attack quietly.

In itself, the club wasn't that busy but busy enough to not be seen directly. Meanwhile, Jun was getting a firm telling off from his uncle. His daddy's business partner. Uncle Kenny, a well to do restaurant owner within Tokyo.

"Didn't you realise what the fuck you were doing?" He shouted.

Yun laughed, slicking his shoulder length highlighted hair back. "No, I ain't scared of the chairman." He swigged back an expensive bottle of champagne. "Are you?"

"No." Uncle shook his head which had greying hair on it. "But you should be." Proceeding to snatch the champagne out of Yun's hand. "He's got enough power to kill you, your daddy, your brother, your unborn kids. Everyone."

"I ain't scared of nobody."

"A rich daddy won't cut it against the Fourth Chairman. A stupid kid like you won't understand."

"What's he got that I ain't?" Yun laughed childishly.

"Enough power to fuck your father up! And bury you alive. These are yakuza you fuckwit."

"Relax, uncle Kenny. I'll handle this." Yun sat back in his chair.

"No you won't." Uncle Kenny shouted. "You've handled enough you stupid piece of shit. Threatening to release pictures of his girlfriend? I should've drowned you myself. The last thing I want is enemies in this town."

"Aren't they enemies of the Snakeflower Triad? Didn't Lau Ka Long torture the chairman in a basement because he set up the Snakeflower Triad?"

"Yeah and do you know what happened after that? The fourth chairman shot his own patriarch for setting him up." Uncle Kenny explained, it was a rumour that had swirled amongst the opposing criminal families. It was incredibly incorrect. "And spent 10 years in prison. 10 years ago you were 13."

"Age is just a number. I'm a lot smarter."

Uncle Kenny could only laugh at his nephews stupidity. "This man has thousands of men working under him and you went and threatened him with pictures of his girlfriend."

"Because I got there first."

"The last man who tried to take his woman got killed. He went to war with him. You really don't know anything."

Kiryu and his aide managed to slip through incredibly carefully. Looking around amongst the dancing crowd to see who was who. Either it would be the flashy fucker sat in a booth spilling champagne or the weirdo in a corner wearing a hoodie.

A celebrating freak in the corner was the gravity. It was none other than Yun Jun who was popping champagne bottles with girls on either side of his booth. Lined up, different hair styles, different dresses and on his neon white table lay an array of things. A champagne bucket, a million wine glasses, cocktails, the lot.