Closed starter for @rileysroleplayreservoir
"I swear, this place smells like pure dog shit no matter what time of the year I come," Nishitani whined as he made his way down the crowded ways of Pink Street, bodyguards walking in stride as they made their way to their destination. Business, as it were.
"Do we even know why we're in this shit hole to begin with? Prick on the phone didn't give me any fucking idea."
The man to his right, Hiroto, merely shrugged his shoulders. "Not a clue. But from what I know, the guy's an affiliate of the Shimano family."
Nishitani raised a brow, a wicked grin crossing his lips at the thought. "Oh? Ain't that Tsu-chan's big bro?"
Hiroto nodded. "Right boss. Big leagues over here lookin' for your help it seems."
Now, that sounded promising. Nishitani cackled with enthusiasm. "Now ya got me all excited Hiroto-kun. Can't wait to see what these Tokyo bastards are up to."
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Technically, this was treason of the highest category. If Jin Goda caught even the slightest whiff of any of this, the Kijin Clan would be done for. But despite how reckless Nishitani could be, he wasn't stupid. Far from it, actually. He was just a risk taker of the highest caliber.
Which is exactly how he ended up in a room with a bunch of stiffs, eyeing the one lone female with a ravenous glint.
"Shoulda told me ya had such a sweet thing to sweeten the deal. Woulda been here sooner," he flirted shameless, raising a brow at Riley from his seat on the couch. "What's yer name, sugar? And to what do I owe the pleasure?"