~Skylar's POV~
The rain-slicked streets of downtown Tokyo gleamed under the neon haze, but inside the back room of that dimly lit izakaya, the air felt thicker, heavier, like the weight of a noose tightening around my neck. I stood there, fists clenched at my sides, staring down the man who held my family's fate in his scarred hands.
Fei Long.
The name alone sent shivers through the underground world... a Yakuza boss with Chinese roots, ruthless as a blade, his left eye framed by a jagged scar that twisted his handsome face into something predatory. At 30, he was all sharp suits and sharper edges, lounging in his booth like a king on his throne, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Your father's debt is a million yen, Skylar," he said, his voice low and accented, smoke curling from h
