6. Hide and Seek
Ryu did have a headache. The headache was Miura, or what was left of him. Miura, whom Ryu would later discover was not really Miura at all, now had the key to the Consortium’s caustic, money-fueled, geo-political nervous system in microchip form. It was the proof that they had, in...
5. Be Mine (4)
I remembered Carlyle and his slimy handshake. A terrible, choking feeling rose in my throat. Already, I think, I was beginning to recognize Clément in spite of his many guises. I was beginning to understand his dark secret, though not yet his obsession with me. “Ryu will kill you,” I...
5. Be Mine (3)
“Oh, don’t worry,” said Miura. “Nothing he can’t sleep off. I wouldn’t hurt a hair on his head.” His eyes, which were devouring in spite of their frightening opacity, moved hungrily from my face down the length of my body. He threw back his head in pleasure. “Look at you,” he gushed. “I...
5. Be Mine (2)
“What am I going to do about you, Ryu?” I watched Miura fuss over my unconscious lover. He adjusted the pillow beneath his fellow gangster’s head, sniffed at the glass by the bedside and ruffled Ryu’s dark hair. “Now Miura will vanish with the chip and you are going to be blamed.” “What...
5. Be Mine
The Japanese gangster, Ryu, appeared to be dead. He lay naked, face-up on the heart-shaped bed of the Shakayama Love Hotel. I could see Miura, or what was left of him, a giant looming over the bed, leaning ominously over my lover’s inert form. Both men were reflected in the mirror above...