Here’s a little sneak peak to my next release coming out May 2018! Let me know what you think in the comments 🙂
Title: Betrayal by Blood
Author: Shakuita Johnson
Release Date: May 2018
Genre: Paranormal Thriller
Prologue – Akahito
There wasn’t anything he owned that could have resolved his debt to me… then I saw her. As I was casually riding by Theodore Marques’ home debating on whether today would be the day I finally took his life, there she was in all her fiery glory. His daughter. I’d only figured it out because she was cursing him to high heaven and saying how he was dead to her and that she no longer wanted him to be her father. Harsh? Maybe, but I understood completely where she was coming from. Teddy was a chronic gambler. He lived way pass his means and he’d long since lost almost everything he’d ever owned to me and if he had the power to, he would have given me everything his wife’s family owned as well. But having her would settle all of his debts. I wonder how long it would take to convince him to give her to me. I’d even throw in a few million for fun. I’m sure he would play the dutiful parent until I reached a number that stirred the demon in his belly. Because an addict is an addict is an addict and Teddy was the worse kind of addict. She wouldn’t be the first person he’d “sold” to pay off his debts. His first wife from his youth was proof enough of that. She’d long been used up and dumped when she no longer carried her own weight. That was over 32 years ago though.
In fact, I was positive his current family didn’t even know that poor woman’s name. When you really think about it, it’s sad, or at least that’s what I’d imagine the emotion to be since I feel nothing. Had felt nothing for the last 450 years. Ever since I took over for my father so he could retire. Bastard. I’d never wanted this job but it was the duty of the first son to continue the business.
“Akahito, are you listening to me?”
I glare at my head of security and give him what my men call my “icy stare” and what do you know, it works like a charm. I smirk to myself as he nervously clears his throat and looks everywhere but to me. Chikao knows better than to interrupt me no matter how spaced out I appear. I also enjoyed fucking with my youngest brother. He liked to say how much I’d changed since becoming the head of the family. I liked to remind him I was no longer the man I once was. I was feared and every once in a while he forced me to remind him why that was. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to remind him today. Once I was convinced he’d let whatever it was he was letting rattle around in his brain go, I went back to my research.
Looking closely at her, she favored her mother… How scandalous? There were tiny differences. Where one was fair skinned, the other had a pale brown glow to her. They had the same hair type with the only difference being the color. Where one was light brown the other was darker. Even their lips favored each other and the light/dark contrast continued to be the difference in them. But there was a wildness about the daughter that resonated in every cell of my body. For the first time, I yearned… All the dirty things I could get her to do for me played like an old-time movie in my head… black and white. Soundless. With only her face an indication of her ever thought or emotion. The craving hit me hard. Never had I wanted something this badly before. Something in her called to me and I planned to answer immediately.
Thinking back, Teddy had sold the mother of his firstborn. Looking at her face was like looking at a portrait of Aimi before she’d been ruined. Did she even know? Had she ever wondered? How would she react? The last question stirred the beast inside me. I wanted to see her face as I wrecked her world. I wanted to mess her up, watch as the pieces of her broke into fragments, then I would assemble them as I pleased. The ancient Japanese lessons I was forced to learn tried to intrude on my thoughts but I roughly pushed them aside. The morals and family values beaten into me would have no place when I was with her. When it came to her I would have no honor. Only pleasure would consume me. The pleasure of breaking her completely.
I would tell her of all the filthy, disgraceful things I’d made her mother do not only to me but to others. Those she hated even. Those that made her beg for it, even as her shame ran down her face, legs, and exposed porcelain body. Of how she begged with her eyes for me to stop even as her body betrayed her every word and emotion. My body stirred as I remembered. The possibilities were… abundant. I could feel my canines elongate in anticipation of all the immoral things I would demand her to do. But this one I would keep to myself. She would not be shared. The only one allowed to taint her would be me. My name would be imprinted on to her very soul. Her every thought of me and me alone. The possessiveness clawed me with its razor-sharp talons until I believed I’d go mad from it. I wanted her now.
Images of a time long past flickered before my eyes. Aimi in a risqué, cream negligée. The straps falling along her shoulders. Her panties a sliver of material barely covering her most private parts. Eyes downcast in shame as I jerk off while she sits on her knees. I can still hear the tinkling melody of her voice like wind chimes as she pleas.
“Shimasen.” Aimi’s brown eyes implore. “Please Akahito. No more. I want to go home. My daughter needs me.”
Don’t. That was all she ever said. I’m getting hard just recalling it.
“Chikao, have Eishi set up a meeting with Mr. Marques. There is business I would like to discuss with him.”
“Aye, Akahito. Do you have a particular day in mind?”
“Tomorrow and make sure the lawyer and accountant are also present. But I want to speak with them before Mr. Marques arrives. I have some things I’d like to discuss with them privately. I will need complete discretion and I want to make sure everything is air-tight.”
“Do I even want to know?”
I flash a tooth at him and let out a growl.
“I believe I’ve figured out just how I’ll collect the $20 billion debt Teddy owes me.”
My brother lets out a deafening, diabolical laugh. It was the type that was harsh and thundering. He knows me better than I’d like to admit.