Serurora’s POV.
I run through the lobby towards the conference room where the club holds Church. I shove open the doors, my chest heaving as I take in the members of my family, the Ivanov’s and master Ryuki with some of his yakuza who have their hands on their Katanas.
I rush at master Ryuki and slam him down on the table with my gun pressed to his forehead. He raises his hands in surrender. The yakuza draw their swords and point them at me. Before he tells them to stand down and they do.
“Talk. Now.” I say slow and deadly and he smirks at me as I push the muzzle of the gun deeper into his forehead.
“So you know I’m not lying. I’m sorry, Serurora, I was just giving your family the latest intel on your sister.” He says when a hand touches my arm and I’m pulled back slowly, glaring dagg
