Chapter 1
Tokyo never sleeps. Not really. Not under the artificial stars of neon signs and the hum of late-night traffic. And neither do i. I sat by the open window of the highrise apartment Agatha rented for me, legs crossed in a silk robe barely tied at the waist. The city below glittered like it was trying too hard to be beautiful. Like me.
I lit my cigarette with fingers that had touched too many strangers, exhaled, and watched the smoke twist into the night like a slow, dying ghost. My name is Hana. Just Hana. No surname, no past at least, not one I talk about. Behind me, the sheets were still messy from my last client. His scent clung to the room like cheap cologne and regret. He paid extra for an hour of silence after sex. I think he liked pretending I was someone else. Hell, I liked pretending I was someone else too.
My phone buzzed.A message from Agatha.
Client. 2AM. Shibuya Hotel. Penthouse. Wear the red dress.She always left out the pleasantries.
Agatha’s name alone made my spine stiffen. She was the devil in designer heels, her empire hidden behind Tokyo’s most exclusive nightclubs and champagne-soaked parties. But underneath it all, she owned bodies. Mine included. I took another drag and stared at the skyline. Somewhere out there, people were laughing, falling in love, going home to warmth and peace. I envied them. Even hated them sometimes.
I didn’t choose this life. I was sold into it after my parents died in a train crash near Kyoto. No family, no money. Agatha found me in a foster home and said she’d give me a future. She gave me a name, clothes, food, and chains wrapped in velvet. Now I was twenty, fluent in seduction, and dead inside. But things were about to shift.
Tonight’s client was Kenji Saito,rich, discreet, dangerous. I heard from Yiki he is a beast on bed.Yuki is my sister in business. We call ourselves sisters and nothing more.The name alone makes Agatha’s messages unusually formal.
"Be on time. Do not speak unless he speaks. Do not ask questions. Red dress. No perfume.”That’s how you know he’s important. Untouchable. Dangerous.
Kenji Sato isn’t just any rich man. He’s a Yakuza boss, one of the most feared names in Tokyo’s underground.They call him The Silk Dragon. Smooth. Lethal. Always watching.He controls half the illegal trade in Shibuya: guns, girls, gambling, and rumors say, even politicians. Most people only hear his name when it’s already too late, but for Agatha, he’s a partner.
Agatha’s prostitution empire doesn’t run on beauty alone. It runs on protection bought with blood and fear. The Tokyo police look the other way because Kenji Sato makes sure they stay quiet.Agatha provides the girls. Kenji provides the safety.Not onlu Kenji,they are a lot of Yakuza. He's just one of them.
It’s a sick, profitable alliance, but she calls it a “business arrangement.” But we know better. She’s not his partner. She’s his pet.
They’ve known each other for over ten years. Some say she was once his girl, before she rose to power. Some say she helped him cover up the death of his first wife. Others whisper she sold girls to settle a debt.
Whatever the truth is, Agatha is his pet.
