Prologue
She was dressed in a large, white, button-up shirt as she stood beneath the light of the moon. It was her favorite thing to wear to bed these days. It was strange. Adachi Sakura would never have considered wearing anything that had belonged to a man, much less one who was a mobster. Ha. What was she doing now? She was wearing his shirt as a night shirt. It was incredibly large on her petite frame, but she didn’t care. She loved the spicy scent of the aftershave and the dark aura that clung to it. Ikeda Takuya’s death had been hard on her. Fuck. She loved him, despite how they met. He owned her heart.
A warm breeze blew underneath her night shirt, caressing her bare skin, but Sakura felt chilled to the bone. She wasn’t sure why at first but then she felt a presence behind her. It was oddly familiar. She quickly turned back and looked into the bedroom beyond the double doors. The young woman smiled, tears pricking at her eyes and threatening to fall as it dawned on her. Damn, what was it with all the tears that she had been shedding? She sighed as she approached the dark figure. What she had seen that day had been one giant lie.
Nearby, a crystal chess piece--the queen--glittered beautifully underneath the silver moonlight.
