Adult-FanFiction.org : Naruto

קгєץ
By : Sessakag
Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata
Views: 11105 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto series just this story.
Chapter List
- 18
- 19
Chapter Nineteen
Date Part IV
GRWHim

༒༻𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖔༺༒

March 25, 2012

His mood was on a quick decent to hell the moment he stepped from the dressing room.
His preferred drug of choice was getting dressed and Sasuke’s little shot of downers was wearing off.
Comedowns were always a bitch.
That feel-good haze he’d been stewing in all afternoon was swiftly being replaced with a steadily intensifying irritation for with the world and damn near everyone in it, along with a throb in his temples that made him wanna find the nearest walking sack of flesh and wail on it until the ache in his knuckles eclipsed the one in his head.
Comedown had to be the reason why the two men standing in the hall, patiently waiting for him—-not doing a single thing to irk him—-irked him so goddamn much.
Fiend, who’d slid in the door to tell him Captain Kiss Ass was asking for him stood cross armed and leaning against the far wall, while one of the many Eden Bay superyacht security personnel assigned to this wing of the yacht—the one that brought the message to Fiend to pass to him—stood stiff as a soldier at attention just to the right of the door.
Eden Bay’s security team prioritized Naruto whenever he designed to sail on Captain Kiss Ass’ shitty ass boat, but Rotation superseded their authority.
If anyone wanted to get to him, they went through Rotation first.
The men turned their attention to him as he cleared the door and pulled it shut behind him with force that was just shy of an agitated slam. He didn’t say a word to either man, and neither did they to him, no doubt sensing he was itching for a catalyst to be violent.
Not that he needed one.
He was Naruto Uzumaki, after all.
Provoked or unprovoked, pissed off or happy as a crackhead in a crackhouse, he’d knock anybody’s chin off the hinges if he was in the mood to and wouldn’t think twice about it. Lucky for the man standing closest to him, there were bigger pleasures to be sought beyond the short, but instant gratification of uppercutting an Eden Bay staff member. Breaking jaws right outside Hinata’s dressing room door and spending the rest of their night together with bloody knuckles wouldn’t help him set the right mood to get what he wanted the way he wanted it from her.
Naruto was an impulsive guy, but he know how to play the long game if the end goal was worth it.
Wrapping his little wife around his finger was worth it and then some.
For her, he’d try to be on his best behavior.
That meant pumping the brakes on indiscriminate temper-driven violence, for now…if possible…
Maybe…
Unknowingly safe for the moment, the men fell into step behind him as he set off for his suite.
They walked slower, silently, as though unwilling to risk even their footfalls setting him off.
Smart move on their part, since he was actively finding out just how fuckin much he hated being away from Hinata with each step he took.
Every footfall a hammering away at his resolve to keep himself in check.
Despite the vow of self control he’d made not fifteen seconds ago, the growing separation was already trying to call his bluff.
Spending time in her presence that didn’t involve stalking her from a distance or watching her flounce around Teuchi’s while throwing back bowl after bowl of ramen—not that he was complaining, he loved ramen and watching his woman—was a new form of ecstasy that’d rake in millions if he could pack the sensation into a pretty little party pill.
He’d had her all to himself for a couple hours and he was already forgetting what it’d been like not having her glued to his side.
He’d been marked in a fundamental way with nothing more than cuddling through a corny ass ‘horror’ movie. Completed like he was one of those mismatched puzzles they used to leave out for the pitiful orphans at his group home, but unlike those puzzles, his final piece was actually in the fuckin box.
She’d dug her itty bitty claws into him and he wanted them deeper.
That he had to wait to feel them ripping into his black heart again, wait to get another hit of strawberries & cream, wait to grab another handful of the six pounds of ass she lugged around behind her, only fed his lingering urge to bruise his knuckles on the staffer’s chin.
His hand twitched.
Muscles along his arm tensing.
He forced his feet to keep moving.
Seething down the hall towards his own suites, his steps clipped aggression, Naruto’s question snapped out like the crack of a whip, “what the fuck does he want?”
That was pissing him off too.
Disonasu had shit twisted.
Naruto wasn’t one of his little minions to be summoned.
If Captain Kiss Ass wanted his attention, he’d bring his old ass to him, not the other way around.
“I’m not sure, sir,” the Eden Bay staffer replied a step behind him, “word from your sec team is that Captain Disonasu asked to see you. He said it was urgent and couldn’t wait.”
Grinding to an immediate stop, Naruto turned, fixing his gaze on the man behind him.
“You wanna be alive tomorrow?” he asked, blonde locks shifting with the curious tilt of his head.
Swallowing thickly, the Eden Bay staffer took a step back “uh, ‘course I do, sir.”
“Then find out what the fuck he wants,” Naruto ground out, each word sharply enunciated, made all the more cutting by the glacial hardness in his blue eyes, the twitch of his inked hand, “now.”
“Y-yes sir. Of course.”
The man paced away, speaking quickly—nervously—-into the radio looped around his ear.
Impatient, irritated, and feeling tendrils of his drug induced headache creeping deeper into his temples, Naruto threw thirty seconds on the clock for the staffer to give him answers before he had Fiend find out for him. He might’ve vowed to be on his best behavior, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use someone else to vent his frustration.
Wouldn’t be as satisfying as lying the man out himself, but it’d do in a pinch.
“C-Captain Disonasu says there was a problem with the drop-off tonight,” the staffer informed them—just two seconds shy of the countdown—-pausing to listen before finishing, “he’s on his way to your suite and will meet you there.”
The news did fuck all for his mood.
If anything it riled up the uncomfortable buzzing on his nerves and kicked up the drumbeat in his head.
Last thing he wanted see right now, last thing he wanted to fuckin hear right now, was Captain fuckin Disonasu and his soap opera theatrics.
The man should work in theater the way he put on a show.
“Fuckin shit,” he muttered, temper sparking, “if it ain’t one thing it’s a fuckin other, ‘ttebayo. I don’t have time for this shit.”
“The Captain apologizes for-”
“Let Captain Kiss Ass know he’s gonna be pickin his teeth up off the floor if this is some shit he could’ve took care of himself. Drop-off is his fuckin job, me being here has fuck all to do with it.”
Naruto was here for pleasure, not business.
Why the fuck Disonasu was risking his life trying to mix the two was a fuckin mystery.
He was gettin’ real sick of needy assholes whining for his help.
First Mito, now Disonasu, why the hell was he keeping these people in positions of authority if they couldn’t handle shit without him holding their goddamn hand?
The staffer opened his mouth, but Naruto was done listening.
He turned and continued down the hall, Fiend falling in step with him, and after a beat, the Eden Bay staffer trailed.
They exited the Queen’s quarters and took the connecting hall to the King’s suite.
Pinpricks of discomfort danced over his skin like the onset of withdrawal the further he moved away from Hinata’s wing.
Gritting his teeth until the veins at his temple pulsed, he forced himself not to turn back.
Way he felt right now, this whole ‘separate houses’ thing they had going on wasn’t gonna work for him.
A husband and wife should live together. They should spend every single moment with each other.
They were living like they were estranged or some shit.
The thought alone was fuckin ridiculous.
Their marriage didn’t even qualify for ‘legal separation’ or that ‘divorce’ bullshit, so what the fuck was the point of them acting like they were either one?
They were gonna have to move in together.
Tonight.
He frowned thoughtfully, considering.
Tonight or, at the latest, by the end of the week.
It’d kill him to be away from her seven goddamn days, but, he was her first and only date, her first boyfriend, her first and forever husband, and very soon, her first and last lover, he could be patient with her. She hadn’t said it during her confession earlier, but he’d be a fuckin idiot not to realize she’d never had sex before, and Naruto was far from stupid, especially when it came to women. Would’ve made the movie easier to sit through had he been more oblivious. Knowing he was gonna be her first tonight, he’d been so goddamn hard through the whole thing his dick still ached an hour later.
Popping her cherry was something he was looking forward to, and not just because he knew, with their scorching chemistry and electric attraction, it was gonna be fuckin amazing.
Sex often meant more to a woman than it did a man, especially the first time.
Dicking her down wouldn’t just feel good, it was gonna wrap her tighter around his finger.
What the hell was the phrase?
A woman never forgets her first, or something like that.
He was gonna be her first everything, so whatever ‘first’ they were talking about, he had it in the bag.
So…
For his sweet little virgin wife that’d kept herself pure for him, he could take their relationship slow.
He’d sleep over at her shitty duplex or bring her to the penthouse during her week long grace period.
In the meantime, they’d pick out somewhere to live.
He owned six personal homes in Konoha alone, not including the compound and excluding his rental properties, and even more houses than he remembered world wide. She could pick any of those, he didn’t give a shit which one, and if she didn’t want any of those, he’d let her shop around for what she wanted or build her one from the ground up.
There was also his coming trip to Uzushio to consider.
He’d take her with him, let her see some of his properties on the way there, see if she was interested in one of those.
He wouldn’t take her on the production and processing island of course—that place was a goddamn war zone on the best of days—-but there were safer parts of the island chain that made up Uzushio, one of which had a two hour cruise nearby she could enjoy until he finished business or she could find something to do at the ritzy hotel they were going to be staying in.
They’d figure it out.
He exhaled silently, somewhat soothed by their future plans of an Uzushio tropical getaway; excited to pick their home together wherever-the-fuck.
Both eventualities reigning in his temper just enough to get his shit together.
Whatever Kiss Ass had going, he’d handle it quick, get dressed and get back to Hinata.
-
The King’s Suite was the grandest accommodations on the yacht, boasting an elaborate, partially-open layout in a space three times the size of a normal room, and rounded walls eaten away by long, wide windows that gave an incredible view of underwater marine life. There was a glow attached to the yacht on the outside, illuminating the sea floor, spilling turquoise light into the entire suite.
Made up of several rooms, each individual amenity was created with luxury in mind.
A sitting room furnished with cushy chairs who’s main pull were its cushy comfort interlaced with bone melting massage features and a built climate control panel that dimmed lighting, adjusted room temperature and played music. An electric fireplace carved into the wall and gleaming with a sheen that looked like painted gold. Paintings that probably cost a fortune but set the mood for heavy R&R were hung sparingly along the room. A variety of fine wines stacked inside shelves that disappeared and re-appeared when activating the secret wall mechanic, and to top it off, an ornate wooden box offering a wide selection of complimentary cigars atop a fancy end table situated between the two cushy chairs.
Behind the sitting room was a dramatically carved archway.
Beyond it was a living room dominated by a long, L-shaped sunken couch that had more features than the seating room massage chairs. Another electric fireplace sat beneath a built in wide screen tv that stretched across most of the accent wall. A glass coffee table housed a small collection of undersea creatures that swam lazily around the circular base, the entire piece sat atop a huge furred rug that couldn’t be for anything other than cushioning the knees for floor fucking—something he knew from experience.
A line of island counters and bar stools separated the living room from the kitchen, and in the top left corner adjacent to the counters was a dining table for two.
Inside the kitchen were stainless steel appliances, a full range stove, a stocked fridge, and a pantry that never seemed to run out of shit to eat. There were cooking utensils he couldn’t make heads or tails of and a bunch of smaller appliances that whipped up all kinda shit most people had to go out to their local coffee shop get.
Naruto never used the kitchen—-his cooking expertise began with cupped noodles and ended with ham sandwiches—-but he did make use of the on-call chef when he wasn’t in the mood to dine upstairs.
His bathroom mirrored the Queen’s suite theme of a hidden cove complete with a deep-dug, water jet lined sunken tub, and waterfall shower made up of gleaming rocks and vibrant green plants he assumed were fake but fuck if he could tell the difference between it and the real deal; a toilet that looked built into the grotto of the room, and a bidet he didn’t want anywhere near his ass.
Attached by an artificial aquarium lined hallway was a dressing room that came with a stylist and tailor that were only an intercom command away.
A feature Naruto would use for the first time today.
It was a grand set of rooms, and Disonasu’s schmoozing touch was all over them.
From the sleek furniture and diamond etched accents, to the wet bar stocked with Naruto’s favorites, to the Nukenin color palate of black and orange dominating the decor.
His fervent devotion to a criminal enterprise he was desperate to squeeze into, on full pathetic display.
The only thing missing was the usual harem of women from Eden Bay’s elite selection of volunteers—something Disonasu emphasized in deference to Naruto’s dislike of pimps—-waiting to service him anyway he wanted, however he wanted, as many times as he wanted, per Naruto’s request. And not just because he would’ve seen a collection of females in his room as an insult to Hinata—and in turn an insult to him—-and blatant disrespect for the sanctity of his marriage—and in turn an insult to him—-thought that was reason enough.
Truth was, Naruto hadn’t gotten hard for another woman since he’d seen his little wife.
She’d ruined him for other females and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.
He liked that in a woman.
The Eden Bay staffer behind him peeled off from their group of three a handful of minutes later, jogging ahead to get to the double doors of his suite before he got there, then positioned himself to the left of the doorway.
Naruto didn’t stop or slow as he neared the entrance, nor did he need to.
The moment he was close enough, the staffer opened the door for him with a grand flourish.
Naruto’s impatient gait finally ground to an abrupt stop as he crossed over the threshold and into the sitting room, his eyes doing a slow sweep of the wide space as the staffer shut the door behind Fiend.
The scene inside wasn’t at all what he thought it’d be.
The chairs of his seating room had been pushed against the wall, the end table stacked on top of one of the plush seats, leaving a lot of space for tonight’s theatrics.
Half a dozen people and Disonasu stood inside room.
Two of the men in the room belonged to him.
They weren’t a part of Rotation, but were one of the many Nukenin foot soldiers scattered around the yacht.
They stood at attention on either side of the main attraction, positioned just behind two Eden Bay staff members, a blue haired woman and a blonde man, dressed in the all black of the security team. The male and female were holding pistols, the barrels resting against the napes of two male Eden Bay staffers.
The men at gunpoint were on their knees, necks bent awkwardly downward to accommodate the glinting steel pressed against the base of their skulls.
Despite being hunched over, Naruto could see a scattering of angry bruises and gushing cuts on their faces.
The one on the left was in worst shape, dripping bright splatters of blood onto the gleaming hardwood floors from some part of his fucked up face.
Naruto raised a single blonde brow at the entire scene.
Not what he expected, but not that interesting either.
Blue eyes snapping to the orchestrator of this random drama, annoyed exasperation touching his voice, Naruto started with the most important question, “what the fuck is going on?”
“Uzumaki-san,” Disonasu began, puffing his scrawny chest with self importance as he continued, “I apologize for imposing on your time like this, but I thought it wise to inform you of an unfortunate situation that nearly occurred with the drop-off tonight had I not put a stop to it in time.”
Pacing deeper into the room, Naruto felt the stirrings of irritation flare again.
He was ninety-nine percent sure whatever Disonasu said next was gonna piss him off.
The man was hell bent on shoving his nose as far up his ass as he could get it, and Naruto didn’t get down like that.
This wouldn’t be the first time the decrepit old fart put together some elaborate ‘situation’ to get his attention. For reasons only known to the bottom feeding captain, he’d come to the delusional conclusion that creating loyalty tests for himself in a cringe attempt to show the blonde kingpin what a good lapdog he was, would get him an invite to Nukenin. That it’d convince him Disonasu would serve better as one of Naruto’s lieutenants or even his right hand man rather than the lowly affiliate he was now.
Way things were going, Naruto was gonna start looking for his replacement, then give the old man a nice pair of cement shoes and a long overdue retirement at sea.
Thing was, finding someone competent, heartless and completely loyal to him was a fuckin nightmare.
The position Disonasu served now was convenient and lucrative as hell but fuck was he a pain in the ass.
“Normally, I’d take care of such unpleasantness myself without troubling you, but I felt it was important that you were made aware due to the fact that this happened while you were on board. It’s is the gravest insult and-”
“You got ten seconds,” Naruto snapped at his closest henchman to the drama circle, speaking over the brown nosing Captain that had come down with a serious case of diarrhea of the mouth, “explain.”
“Eden Bay staff in charge of drop-off caught him stuffin’ his pockets full of snow bricks,” the taller foot soldier said, nodding his head at the bloodier of the beaten men, before pointing out the less beaten man, “other one was the lookout. Brazen as shit doin’ that while you were on board, Nine. ”
Ah.
Now he understood.
An impromptu trial for which he was the judge, jury and executioner.
Bet.
Without missing a beat, the blonde kingpin reached for the holster at Fiend’s hip, snatched the pistol resting inside, flipped the safety, cocked it and pressed it the dome of the nearest kneeling man.
“Fireworks, bossman,” Fiend warned.
He paused, lifting the slight pressure of his finger from the trigger just before it went off as the words and the meaning behind them caught up with him. He’d moved on instinct, muscle memory built on years upon years of correcting rat behavior with a hole in the head.
It was what needed to happen, what was going to happen.
The problem?
Rotation hadn’t come as hitmen, they’d come as security.
Which meant, Fiend’s gun wasn’t suppressed.
Blowing these idiots brains out would make enough noise to have the guests bumping gums.
Normally, Naruto wouldn’t give a shit about that—in fact, he’d find it funny as hell watching the yacht descend into chaos—it was Captain Kiss Ass’ job to explain gunshots to the Eden Bay guests not his, however, Hinata was on this yacht.
Gossip about fireworks before the actual fireworks started would ruin the mood.
Being on his best behavior meant keeping his temper in check, but it also meant resisting the urge to handout free uppercuts and handling business quietly.
Teeth clicking impatience, Naruto held out the gun without a word or glance at the man beside him.
Fiend took the dangling metal, then promptly replaced it with the handle of a knife.
Much as it irritated him that Disonasu brought such a petty ass problem to his suite, Naruto agreed the two men were playing with his fuckin name. They’d said in everything but words that Naruto was a bitch they could take shit from and not give a fuck about the consequences. That they could line their pockets with his product while he was in breathing distance and get away with it. This wasn’t a petty eight ball theft—not that that mattered, outcome would be the same—these assholes had been taking thousands, maybe even millions if they weren’t caught, in bricks of cocaine meant for clients and distributors.
That wasn’t chump change.
They were fuckin with his supply chain. Fuckin with his money. Fuckin with his reputation.
Either one alone was enough to get the thieves outfitted for a toe tag, but these greedy bastards had taken it a step further. Stealing from him was one thing, but to do it while in his presence was a level of disrespect they were gonna pay for in body parts.
“Uzumaki-san,” Disonasu called out, paused, then took a step forward when Naruto didn’t acknowledge him, “if you’d prefer a bullet, we keep an arsenal of suppressors on board, I’d be happy to go and-”
“Hold him,” Naruto ordered his two foot soldiers, deaf to the dumbass that didn’t think to bring a silent gun to a double execution in the first place.
His foot soldiers moved in, grabbing both thieves.
The kneeling blood dripper added a much bigger puddle underneath him, this one yellow and bitter smelling as he pled his case through tears and swollen lips, “no! Get the fuck off me! N-Nine, please, w-we can pay it back! W-We can pay it all back plus interest! I swear!”
One of the foot soldiers snorted, “stupid as shit to take from the bossman, but to sit here beggin’ for mercy after takin’ his shit while he’s in spittin’ distance-”
Wild eyes swung to the scarred cheeked blonde in question, the thief barely able to force his desperate words through his heaving lungs as he wheezed, “w-we didn’t know you were on board! We-”
“Do you really think I give a fuck?” Naruto grinned, the hardness in his eyes at odds with his pearly white smile, “you think it makes a fuckin difference if you knew or not?”
Pissy-thief struggled as two men grabbed him, dropped him back to his knees when he tried to stand, then forced one hand behind his back, the other outstretched towards Naruto, more specifically, the sticky fingers that’d gotten him here in the first place.
The lookout didn’t put up a fight as they positioned him too, but his harsh, hyperventilated breaths filled the room.
“No! No! I’m sorry!” the urine soaked thief pled hoarsely, straining against the weight baring down on him, “get the fuck off me!”
Pocketing the knife for now, Naruto latched onto pissy-thief’s left hand as an Eden Bay staffer forced a gag between the thief’s lips, his grip tightening until the bones beneath his fingers began to pop a warning. The group shifted, the thief fighting for freedom in a series of adrenaline laced bodyweight pushes, and terrified self-preserving pulls towards the door.
Naruto would give him something to really squirm about.
Choosing a finger at random, the sociopathic blonde bent the thief’s pinkie back until it snapped, his voice mocking and smooth over the muffled scream that followed as he muttered, “I don’t give a fuck if I’m down the street from you.”
He chose another finger as the thief heaved, straining in his men’s grip, to no avail.
“Or on fuckin mars,” Naruto continued, unbothered and unconcerned with the struggle as he bent the man’s ring finger in half.
Another muffled scream rent the room, the entire huddle bearing down to keep the man in place.
“Or six feet under,” Naruto growled, forcing his pointer finger to take a sharp, bone snapping left.
A hand pressed over the gagged mouth of the thief as his agonized wail exploded from his throat.
“You don’t fuckin touch what belongs to me.”
Thumbs were a little harder to break at this angle, but he managed it, then zeroed in on the last finger that stood straight as another pain riddled cry was extinguished by the gag.
“You wanna fuck me over?” he taunted, punctuating his next words with a sickening bending-twist of the thief’s middle finger, feral grin curling his lips as he muttered, “well fuck you too, ‘ttebayo.”
He let go, glaring down at the wailing, writhing male still caught in the grip of his men.
Reaching for the blade in his pocket, Naruto gave him a considering once over.
A pouting frown touched his lips.
He didn’t have time to do this pretty.
Or enjoy it.
Had to be quick, had to be all business.
Yanking the man’s right arm from behind him, Naruto pulled until the thief flopped belly and nose first to the hardwood floor, then stretched his limb out far enough to be uncomfortable before stepping hard on his forearm to hold him still. His men adjusted to the new position, adding their weight to pissy-thief’s legs and back, shoving his head down and to the side so he wouldn’t miss a moment of what was coming next.
“Blade on his knuckles,” he ordered Fiend, fishing out and passing over the sheathed blade.
Crouching next to the muffled screaming male, Fiend pressed down on the back of the thief’s hand, forcing his hands to remain open, and digits outstretched. Positioning the blade where finger met knuckle, Fiend place the thick, worn leather knife sheath over the back of the blade and waited.
Lifting his foot, Naruto dropped it directly on the sheath, the thick leather a buffer between the blade and his flipflop appendage.
The knife sank midway through the thief’s fingers, sending the male into a frenzied struggle that nearly unseated the men holding him down. Naruto raised his foot and dropped it down again, severing the greedy digits and staining the hardwood crimson.
Hoarse muffled screams followed the amputations, but Naruto was already moving on to the next.
Scooping up the bloody knife, Naruto swaggered over to the hyperventilating lookout.
Lips a sharp curl of savagery, he stared into the male’s wide, terrified eyes.
They were dark brown, nearly black, and kinda big though that could be the fear.
Shouldn’t take him long to dig em’ out.
-
He was wrong.
It took him a hell of a lot longer than he thought to dig em’ out.
By the time he was finished, he was bloody, frustrated and running late.
He was supposed to be bathed and in the chair to get his wild hair slicked back—something that took time and elbow grease—twenty minutes ago.
Instead, he was knuckles deep in an irritatingly narrow eye socket trying to yanking out the squishy ball inside.
Unlike pissy-thief, lookout had some bulk on him.
He’d thrown off his men twice before Naruto finished the first eye, and now the second one was putting up a fight, refusing to be pulled from its little cubby. Naruto had gotten so aggravated with the delays he’d taken more than what he’d came to take.
Lookout was missing his left ear, two fingers and part of his tongue.
He’d gone quiet a few seconds ago.
Naruto wasn’t sure if he’d passed out from the pain or blood loss.
Nor did he care.
He had shit to do, and he was done with the fuckin’ side quests.
He’d planned on watching his pretty wife on the big screen, and emptying his balls so could get through the rest of the night without losing his fuckin’ mind, but thanks to pissy-thief and his newly blind friend, that wasn’t gonna happen.
Which didn’t helped his temper any.
He’d been looking forward to that cam show.
The little recorder he’d stashed in Hinata’s house showed him fuck all.
Glimpses of her moving around her tiny duplex, a hint of thigh when she ditched the granny nighties and threw on a long baggy shirt—though he enjoyed guessing whether she had panties on under it—clipping coupons with her nose scrunched in concentration at her little kitchen table, and quiet evenings where she settled in to do girly girl shit like paint her toenails—-and blushed talking to him on the phone while she did it. Unfortunately for him, there weren’t a lot of good spots to hide the little spy cam, and to his annoyance, Hinata was away from it most of the time, or left a door open and blocked his view.
The pictures he took following her around showed him more than that damn camera.
This time would have been different.
The ones Eden Bay used were 4k and captured everything.
No open doors, bad angles or shitty lighting getting in the way.
It was supposed to be a Naruto Uzumaki exclusive cam show, starring the sexiest woman this planet had to offer—emphasis on exclusive. He’d warned Disonasu that if any of the footage made it to the eyes of security (or anyone other than him) he’d air the whole control room out along with the captain.
Now, it didn’t fuckin matter.
He was too behind schedule to dick around.
Exhaling annoyance, Naruto yanked the irritatingly stubborn eyeball out, threw it to the blood soaked floor, and pressed it beneath his sandaled foot until it gave a wet pop.
It wasn’t as satisfying as it should have been.
In fact, it made him even grumpier, or maybe it was the benzos—-and whatever the fuck else combo from Sasuke—-comedown that was currently kicking his ass.
Feeling even more volatile, Naruto held out the gore covered knife.
One of his men took it and handed him a wet cloth in exchange.
Disonasu approached as he wiped his hands as clean as they could get without soap and water, his chest puffed for the hundredth time that night as he crowed, “a swift and just punishment, made even more just having been was delivered by your hand. Although this unpleasant business is far beneath you, I knew you’d want to handle this one personally. Respect, loyalty, trust, these things are important in our line of work, to betray one or the other, or, in this case, all three is an affront that can spread amongst the ranks if not addressed harshly and immediately, especially when the offense is committed in the presence of one’s betters. That’s why I made the decision to inform you-”
“You called me to make sure you got credit for catching them stealing my shit,” Naruto editorialized, staring down at the older male, annoyed with not just the situation, but the motor mouthed suck-up that loved to hear himself talk, “way you’re bumpin’ gums and puffin your scrawny chest, gonna take a wild guess you don’t have a fuckin clue how pathetic that makes you look.”
Naruto was torn between knocking the old man on his ass or laughing till his sides ached, because the decrepit bastard actually looked like a kicked puppy now.
“Desperate dog beggin’ for a pat on the head,” he needled, wiping scarlet liquid from between his fingers.
Disgusted and mildly entertained by Disonasu’s cherry-cheeked frown and embarrassed glance at the underlings in the room listening to him get roasted, Naruto tossed the gore covered towel atop the nearest body.
“Finish em’,” he ordered as he turned and headed for the shower, slowing to clarify over his shoulder, “in pieces, Fiend. If they ain’t already dead, make em’ wish they were.”
A throat cleared behind him, feet hurrying at his back, “U-Uzumaki-san, I brought you the link to the cameras you reques-”
Pumping the brakes so hard the old man slammed into him, Naruto turned to face the brown nosing irritant that finally had something fucking interesting to say.
Taking a flustered step back, Disonasu held out a tablet, “live feed of every part of the Queen’s suite. I can personally guarantee that your view will be spectacular. Every angle, every corner, every…”
Captain Kiss Ass’ ramble faded to mute for the blonde sociopath, his brain catching and holding on a few choice words.
Spectacular view.
Personally guarantee.
What the fuck did that mean?
Arctic blue eyes narrowed on the motor mouthed male, something dark and potent churning behind his abdominal wall, something vicious and jealous writhing deep in the pits of his stomach.
Was Captain Kiss Ass pervin’ on Hinata?
Had this boot lickin’ soon-to-be-dead-man been flicking through the cameras, salivating over her in a vain hope to get his old flaccid dick to rise from the grave?
“You looked at the cameras?” he ground out, jaw ticking.
“No-”
“You gonna stand there and lie to my face?”
Brows creasing, apprehensive confusion blooming across his face, the old captain shook his head as he took a second step back, “of course not, your orders were clear, and I would never go against your-”
“Then how the fuck do you personally know it’s hooked up for a spectacular view if you weren’t lookin’?”
“We had the cameras professionally mounted to ensure the best angles, then checked and tested the feed long before you or the young lady arrived,” Disonasu assured him, Adam’s apple bobbing, “they’ve not been viewed since confirming everything was functioning properly. You have my word, Nine.”
Naruto stared in silence, watching every tick, every gulp, every twitch the old man made.
Searching for a lie, for any tell tale sign of guilt that would get his neck snapped.
Earnest terror stared back at him.
Wordlessly dismissing the other male, Naruto dipped sharply interested eyes to the dark screen in his hands, his earlier excitement returning now that he had the cam feed. He might not get a chance to beat his meat to the show, he’d at least get to watch his pretty little female primping for their first night as husband and wife.
He hoped she wasn’t already dressed in her outfit.
Greedy as he was to watch every cute little move she made, he didn’t want spoilers for her big reveal.
That was bad luck, seeing the wife too soon on the wedding night, right?
Swiping a finger to wake it up, he pressed his thumb print to the lock that appeared next, assuming Kiss Ass had enough sense to have transferred his digital information over to the device.
He was right.
The screen unlocked to a generic background and a handful of apps splayed across the home screen.
Naruto tapped on the obvious.
An icon titled CCTV.
A short load time later: his wife on the massage table in 4k, the view, as promised, spectacular.
She lay prone on the table, her skin shiny with oil, every dip and cute little dimple on display.
Although the fluffy towel was draped over her naked bottom, the oil slicked curve of her spine made his mouth water.
It probably would have made him hard if not for the hands smoothing up and down skin he hadn’t touched yet. The feminine palms gliding down his wife’s back in a slow caress made his own greedy hands ache to follow while simultaneously setting his teeth on edge; the dip of those fingertips slipping too far into the towel line for him to tolerate.
Annoyance ticked in his jaw.
Jealousy crept from the bowels of his gut in tendrils of shadowy malice that scraped against his skin like needle pinpricks.
He’d told Disonasu to keep men out of Hinata’s suite.
That only women were allowed, but Sasuke, in his infinite wisdom had taken it a step further.
No lesbians. No single females. No bi-curious women.
Women happily married to men only.
He’d scuffed at the time, mocking the stoic faced attorney for acting like the overly analytical control freak he’d always been—though he certainly didn’t disagree with the stricter order, one couldn’t be too careful after all—-but Sasuke had merely shrugged, insisting he was doing it for Naruto’s benefit, or rather, those in proximity to the nutcase blonde. Claiming he’d ‘recalculated’ Naruto’s new baseline to include his ‘rabid obsession’ and ‘irrational homicidal jealousy’ when it came to Hinata Hyuuga.
Placidly predicting Naruto’s paranoia and newly discovered jealousy would get somebody—multiple somebodies—needlessly killed without the extra restrictions.
That dickhead, as usual, was right, though he didn’t know the extent to which he was right.
Despite every woman in Hinata’s suite being married to a man, Naruto realized, that didn’t mean she was safe from perverted women trying to cope a feel.
He knew from experience, married women were secretly on that bi-curious shit too.
This wasn’t just him being paranoid—not fully anyway—nor was it his crazy bleeding through.
There was no rule against a bisexual or even a lesbian marrying a man, no law that the women in his wife’s suite couldn’t lie about their sexuality despite being married to me, so how could he be sure none of these females went both ways and were pervin’ on Hinata?
At this point, Naruto was ready to clear out the whole Queen’s suite, and maybe even the whole yacht.
He couldn’t trust any of them.
And he didn’t like this woman’s hands on Hinata even if it was strictly professional, even if the woman wasn’t a secret lesbian/bisexual/or some other woman-sexual combo that only took this job to feel up his woman.
Hinata didn’t need professional touches, she didn’t need platonic touches.
She didn’t need any skin to skin contact that didn’t come from him.
He opened his mouth to order the woman brought to him, to order her hands chopped off and the rest of her thrown overboard when he got finished with her, when an even worse offender took center stage.
There wasn't audio, but he could see both Hinata and the masseur turn in the direction of the door.
Navigating through the side panel tools of the app, he shifted through two settings to display more camera screens, specifically, the one in the hall right outside the masseuse room.
It didn’t take him long to see what had their attention.
Brow twitching, wrath boiling in his veins, Naruto reached out, snagging a handful of Disonasu’s starchy captain’s suit, cutting off the elderly man’s shocked cry as he yanked him close enough to see the tablet screen. Wide eyed and grimacing as his collar cut into his throat, it took the captain a few seconds to drag his gaze from the enraged kingpin to the digital display.
Comprehension was swift.
A man.
With a dick.
In his naked wife’s suite.
“Bring him,” Naruto growled, shoving the old man away.
“Of course-”
“And get that bitch’s fuckin’ hands off Hinata before I cut em’ off,” he followed up, fighting the urge to crush the tablet into a million pieces as he watched the male be herded away from the door by other Eden Bay female staff.
As satisfying as it’d be to hurl the device across the room, he clearly needed it to keep a closer eye on Hinata.
Besides, he’d rather break bones than the tablet anyway.
“I sincerely apologize-”
“Second fuckin time your staff tried to fuck me over,’ttebayo,” Naruto cut him off, dulled blue eyes moving contemptuously over the nervous captain.
“I-”
“I pay you to ship my shit and make sure the drops go through with full inventory, and when I’m on this shitty boat, I expect you and your fuckin people to fall in line how and when I tell you to.”
“O-Of course, Nine. I’ll handle-”
“But you spend more time shoving your nose up my asshole then running this operation like your fuckin life depends on it,” head tilting curiously, Naruto wondered aloud, “or maybe you forgot your life does depend on it. You do know, if you fuck this night up for me, you’re not gonna be breathing much longer, right?”
Swallowing sickly a few times, Disonasu’s response was horse and threadbare, “yes-”
“Then get your fuckin people in line,” he warned, the flatness of his voice grating, frigidly cutting, “next time they fuck up, I’ll hold you personally responsible. One more fuck up and I’m gonna shove that knife up your ass. You follow?”
“Y-Yes-”
“Then move,” Naruto snapped, adding right after, “bring the pistol and that horny fuck in my woman’s suite.”
Disonasu bowed, backing away, “right away.”
Naruto watched as his men dragged the thieves into the kitchen, leaving bloody smears across the floor, then glared at Captain Kiss Ass as he rounded up the Eden Bay staff and headed for the door.
“On a fuckin date, with my fuckin wife, for the first fuckin time and these fuckin idiots are fuckin it up,” Naruto grumbled as Disonasu beat feet out the door, itching to blow a hole in his back if he’d had his gun on him.
His current outfit didn’t leave anywhere to stash it, but the suit he’d picked out for dinner would.
For their sake, these fuckin idiots had better learn to follow orders a lot closer than they were now, and in Disonasu’s case, handle shit without pulling him away from Hinata.
Turning, Naruto headed for the shower, his eyes on the tablet display as he moved.
Tapping through camera screens, Naruto watched as the man who’d snuck into the Queen’s suite was stopped in the hall leaving Hinata’s rooms and escorted towards the King’s suite by two members of Eden Bay staff; tracking their journey through the yacht from one camera to another.
Tendrils of irritation rose as they neared, amplifying the benzo headache spreading across his forehead and the rumbling of his empty stomach.
One last fuckin side quest.
-
One power shower later, Naruto was washed, dried and grumpy.
Glaring at his reflection in the wide, rapidly defrosting mirror, the frowning blonde did a speed run of his usual after shower routine.
Grabbing a familiar jar from a small collection of care products on the counter, Naruto popped the lid and got to work. Slathering himself from scarred face to tatted toes with the special concoction that left his skin smooth and kept his colorful body art from fading, he worked the material into his flesh with quick efficiency.
Deodorant came next, splashes of cologne after, then a quick brush and floss of his teeth.
Finished, he whipped the towel knotted around his waist onto the floor and padded back to the bath.
Tagging the bundle of soft fabric left hanging on a knob outside his grotto waterfall shower, he slipped it on.
Clinging like a second skin, the onyx robe was dusted with an angry sunset sheen that rippled with the reflection of light as he moved across the wide expanse of the bathroom.
Tying the belt loosely at his waist, Naruto stepped over the legs of the Eden Bay staffer who’d suck his nose in the wrong wing of the yacht as he moved. Crumpled in an uncomfortable looking heap in the middle of the shiny tiled floor, the male who’d snuck into Hinata’s all female suite lay motionless atop a growing circle of scarlet.
The suppressed pistol he’d emptied into the man lay balanced on the edge of the gleaming, vine wrapped rock cabinet of extra towels and care products.
Naruto had half a mind to empty another fuckin clip into him.
He’d nearly busted his ass that to that asshole.
Naruto had never mowed anybody down mid-shower, but this was a night of all kinds of firsts, so why the hell not?
Well, he’d found out ‘why the hell not’ tonight.
One of those fuckin plants in the fuckin shower had caught his fuckin foot and his soapy soles sliding over the wet floor tiles had nearly sent him ass over elbow right as he stepped out to take care of business.
Pissed off, butt naked and covered in suds, the aggravated blonde had snatched up the suppressed gun Disonasu dramatically offered with a steep bow the moment he reached him. The savage fury and irritation on his face sending everyone who’d help cart the wife-peeping staffer into the bathroom running for cover before he’d even flipped the safety.
He’d clipped two innocent staffers and lined the bathroom wall with bullet holes by the time he was done.
When the smoke cleared, he’d checked mid-shower execution off his bucket list.
Fuck if he was looking forward to doing that shit ever again.
He might break his fuckin neck next time.
Naruto skirted a trail of bright red droplets, annoyed blue eyes moving over the scarlet gore in his bathroom.
It was a fuckin mess in here now.
Captain Kiss Ass promised to send a cleanup crew once Naruto was topside.
The old bastard would have already started cleanup if Naruto hadn’t kicked him and his staff out after they brought him the peeping perv from the Hinata’s suite.
There were dead bodies, bullet holes and blood all through his King’s suite, but if he hadn’t sent those Eden Bay staff idiots packing, there would have been more. He was coming down off the shit Sasuke gave him even harder now, and if that wasn’t enough to turn him into a grouch, his goddamn stomach was pissed off he hadn’t put more than movie snacks in it yet.
Hangry-Naruto was one of his most dangerous forms according to Sasuke.
Naruto was hard pressed to say his best friend was full of shit on that front. It was easier to annoy him when his belly was empty, and with a suppressed pistol in his hand, Naruto wasn’t even pretending to try and find a good reason not to turn nearby Eden Bay staff into gun range paper targets.
He was already trigger happy considering two of them had tried to steal from him and another snuck his dick into his woman’s suite.
They were fuckin lucky he had even less time to catch bodies.
They could mop all this shit up when he was done getting ready, and stay out of his way if they didn’t want to double the mess they already had to clean.
He might be in a hurry but he knew several ways to end a life in fifteen seconds or less.
Sidestepping another thin rivulet of blood and tagging both the tablet and pistol on his way out of the bathroom, Naruto made his way through the connecting hallway to the dressing room.
Cyan aquarium light rippled across his robe as he walked.
Inside was a nervous looking Eden Bay staffer standing beside a fancy barber’s chair and a built in workstation who’s center piece was a heavy looking fake rock cluster structure laden with hair care products, hair care tools and a huge mirror that stretched the width of the grotto-like styling station.
The man held himself ramrod straight, and from the stillness of his chest, looked like he was holding his breath.
Either Naruto’s presence or the carnage he’d had to walk through to get to the back of the suite—most likely a combo of both—-had the man looking down right sick.
It was a look that’d usually give him a chuckle.
He was way too fuckin cranky to find it funny.
Slapping the pistol onto the table with a thud, Naruto slid into the plush seat, touched the screen of the tablet as the staffer spun him to face the mirror before casually warning the man preparing to tame the lion’s mane on his head, “if I even feel like your eyes twitch in the direction of this screen, I’m gonna take your skull and slam it against these rocks until your brain splatters all over it.”
Hard blue snapped up, meeting frightened onyx in the mirror.
The short silence that stretched between them a roaring promise he’d followed through with his threat and not lose a wink of sleep over it.
“U-understood, sir,” the man nodded, his movements jerky and quick as he reached for an unfamiliar bottle with his eyes as far from the tablet as humanly possible, his shaking hands rattling products in the path of his blind grab.
“On the side of me,” Naruto warned him, eyes glued to his pretty little wife on screen as he spoke, “you stand directly behind me, your brain’s decorating the rocks.”
“Yes sir.”
Satisfied, Naruto leaned back in the chair, settling in for the long haul as he muttered, “make it quick, I’m runnin’ late, ‘ttebayo.”
“Right away, sir.”
True to his word, the man got right into taming his wild golden locks.
As he worked his magic, Naruto found the audio feature on the HinaCam and tuned in to listen.
He’d probably missed a bunch shit while he was in the shower—he’d rewind the tape and collect bodies as needed later—-but he’d told Captain Kiss Ass to message staff about Hinata and touching, and how many fingers Naruto would take for each infraction.
Right now, one of the Queen Suite Leads—as Disonasu called them—-Megumi just finished putting a buncha bitches in their place for running their mouths about him to Hinata or something.
He hadn’t heard what was said, but he made a mental note to go back and check when he had time.
“Refreshments, sir?”
His gaze snapped to the mirror.
His hair stylist was holding a little tray containing a splash of something amber over ice in a small glass and a familiar brand of cigar with his head turned completely—comically—-away. If that shit wasn’t funny enough, the guy was rambling about the stupidly expensive cigar brand to the empty space beside him, a sales pitch about why the rolled tobacco was worth twice as much money as the average person would ever see in a lifetime.
Tagging the glass, Naruto threw back the burning liquid like a shot and set the empty glass back on the tray, then snagged the pre-snipped cigar.
Setting the tray aside, the stylist fished out a lighter, sparked it and held it in his general direction.
Picking up the tablet, Naruto held the rolled tobacco between his lips, leaned towards the flame until it caught, then went back to monitoring the situation around his wife on a puff of thick white smoke as the teeth of a comb swept through his hair.
This marriage shit was a full time job.
He’d been fending off threats to his relationship from the moment they married, constantly having to play garbage man and get rid of the trash orbiting around his woman. Hinata attracted—and he was convinced created in some instances—-peepers, stalkers, freaks and pervs everywhere she fuckin went.
It was gettin’ fuckin ridiculous.
The best decision she’d ever made was marrying him.
She needed him.
She was way too innocent, way too sweet, way too trusting, way too oblivious to the horny bastards that followed her around like a dog in heat.
How she’d survived without him this long was a fuckin mystery.
A mystery that was gonna go unsolved, because none of what came before mattered any more.
She was his now.
The makeup squad around his Hinata had gone back to work.
He inhaled, held it then exhaled a stream of smoke through his nostrils.
They were doing her nails and shit, setting his teeth on edge with all the fuckin touching even though he knew it was necessary to get this shit done.
Shit he’d ordered be done to make sure Hinata was nice and relaxed for their long, long night ahead.
That and making sure her wine glass stayed full.
For once, the staff was following fuckin directions if the temporarily abandoned glass on the table and Hinata’s earlier giggles were anything to go by. The dark purple brew in that stupidly expensive glass was far more juice than wine, but fermented just enough to loosen her up a bit.
He didn’t want her fucked up, but a few tipsy-giggles couldn’t hurt.
His pretty little wife worried too much, thought too much, clung to any kind of excuse to fight what they were building together way too much for his liking.
They didn’t need that shit tonight.
All she needed to do was focus on him.
Everything else was background noise for another day.
So he’d chill for a while, but it was in the Eden Bay staff’s best interest to hurry the fuck up.
Blowing another plume, he settled into the plush chair, wondering if his temper would hold out long enough for the staff to finish.
-
It held, but only because he knew how to improvise.
For his first date, Naruto had hand picked tonight’s Rotation lineup.
Bloodthirsty idiots like Priest and foul mouths like Sweets hadn’t made the cut. Exposing Hinata to the most pain in the ass members of Rotation this early on wasn’t any level of a smart idea.
Fiend and Shadow were staples for delicate work.
They kept their mouth shut, their eyes peeled and didn’t argue with the rest of the team.
They blended in with the background and that’s what he needed for tonight.
Background cardboard cutouts.
So it went without saying the last two members of Rotation he brought were Blunt and Thorn.
Thorn had become the solution to his newest problem.
Naruto was serious about getting his surprise reveal of Hinata, so when the women started on her hair and makeup, he’d called Thorn to take over surveillance, same as when he’d sent Shizuka to take over for him before he’d gotten the HinaCam.
Naruto knew Thorn.
After the fucked up shit he’d unintentionally pulled her out of, he knew he could trust the former soiled dove with Hinata, that she wouldn’t perv if he handed her the cams.
Thorn didn’t have sexual urges anymore, not for anybody.
Man, woman or anything in between.
Colder than Sasuke, more ruthless than Mabui, she ran entirely on loyalty to him.
Funny enough, it was a loyalty he’d gained completely by accident.
Naruto didn’t get down with most pimps, madams or traffickers, and it never took much for him to decide to put one in the dirt. He didn’t go out of his way to hunt em’ but if they couldn’t stay out of his fuckin way, he didn’t hesitate to move em’ himself. Thorn’s madam had stepped on his metaphorical toes one too many times, and he’d stepped back literally.
Caving her fuckin head in with his size thirteens.
It hadn’t been anything significant in the grand scheme of his life.
Just as soon as he’d wiped the bits of gore off his shoes, he’d wiped the whole incident from his mind.
When Thorn showed up weeks later looking for a purpose she was convinced he could give her, he’d barely remembered the madam and brothel he’d aired out during his impromptu oversees trip, but Thorn hadn’t forgotten a moment of it.
One look into her eyes and he’d seen all he’d need to see.
Emptiness, gratitude, and a desperation to fill the void in her chest.
Naruto was nobody’s hero—back then at least, things were different now that he had Hinata of course—but he had a use for people like her.
People that attached themselves to him, over one trauma or another, thinking he could make it right for them.
People that could be molded and shaped into whatever he wanted them to be.
People that would as soon blow their own brains out before betraying him.
Thorn was that someone, and had been for years.
With all that going for her, and being a woman, it wasn’t a hard decision to hand the tablet to her to monitor Hinata using the strict guidelines he’d given her.
Any inappropriate touching by staff, dead em’.
Any inappropriate conversation by staff, dead em’.
Any professional or platonic touching or eye contact that lasted too long by staff, dead em’.
Thorn would carry out orders without hesitation.
She stood off to the side with the tablet now, silent and vigilant while the stylist put the finishes touches on his hair.
Peering in the mirror as the male worked, Naruto’s grin was all pearly whites.
His blonde locks were slicked back and smooth, shiny and neat, not a single hair out of place.
Without the wild volume of his golden mane, his vulpine features held a sharpness, a strictness he hadn’t seen since he cut his hair in his late teens when Old Man Crippled demanded he get the big chop as part of his military uniform.
He looked like the soldier he’d been, the unofficial billionaire that he was, the legitimate successful young business man the wold knew him as.
The lethal lady’s man he’d always been…in more ways than one some might say.
“Not bad,” he threw out as the man stepped back.
“T-thank you. It was a pleasure, sir.”
Naruto snorted a laugh.
He doubted that.
The man’s brown hair was sweat slicked to his forehead, the lines of stress on his face and the dark stains beneath his pits were a dead giveaway. Could’ve chalked that up to side effects of wrestling the infamous Uzumaki mane if not for the hilarious shake in his hands and the distinct tremor in his voice.
“I-If you’ll follow me to the tailor, sir.”
He was up and moving in the next moment, Thorn following, the short trip leaving him a little less irritated seeing as things seemed to be moving pretty quick.
Being late for his date would piss him off to the highest degree.
Lucky for the Captain and Eden Bay staff, a man usually didn’t take as long as a woman to get dressed. Even though he was behind as shit, they could offset the time he’d wasted on gouging eyeballs and amputating body parts by getting him suited up in record time.
If not, well, he still had a few bullets left.
-
Looked like he was gonna be using those bullets after all.
He’d been sitting in a chair, among a back drop of suits, ties, bling and shoes for nearly ten fuckin minutes blowing chains of smoke while Eden Bay staffers searched for a replacement tailor because apparently, the dead one on his bathroom floor had been the one that was supposed to get him dressed this evening.
How the fuck was he supposed to know who that shit-stick was?
And what kind of tailor got himself killed for peeping on his client’s wife?
Whatever the fuck vetting process Disonasu had was ass.
His tailors were pervs, his drop-off crew were fuckin thieves, and his beauticians couldn’t hold water to save their fuckin lives. The Eden Bay staff clearly had no respect for Captain Kiss Ass to step out of line so fuckin often, especially in the presence of a notorious kingpin and shareholder of the Eden Bay enterprise itself.
All that blustering and bullshit babbling about ‘disrespect spreading amongst the ranks’ Captain Kiss Ass did earlier only pissed him off more.
Worried about Naruto’s operation when his own was in fuckin shambles.
Top five worldwide his ass.
Who Disonasu paid off for that title was anybody’s guess.
His stomach growled violently, hunger pains contracting his empty belly in time with the growing pounding behind his eyes.
Seconds from losing his shit, a new irritant entered the room.
Yet another Eden Bay staffer that didn’t give a fuck about making it off this yacht alive.
They were like fuckin lemmings at this point.
Blonde haired, brown-eyed, the woman strutting into his dressing room had a look about her he clocked the moment she crossed the threshold.
Adrenaline junkie. Monster fucker. Gang groupie.
This was a woman that got off on spreading for the worst humans society had to offer.
“Evening, Nine,” she greeted, the sultry tenor unmistakable, her glance at Thorn who’d looked up from the HinaCam to watch, dismissive, “I must say, I love what you’ve done with the King’s suite. The blood splatters and bullet holes really spruce up the Captain’s gaudy, rather boring decor.”
Arctic blue depths fused to the grinning woman, Naruto took one last, long pull off the rolled tobacco, exhaled whirls of smoke through his mouth and nose, then put the cigar out in the dash on the end table beside him. Between a haze of gray clouds, he watched as the female strutted towards him, heels clicking across gleaming tiled floors, the top two buttons of her Eden Bay starch white jacket unbuttoned and showcasing cleavage.
He’d seen this scene before. So many times he’d lost count.
He’d participated in this scene. With so many women he’d never even tried to count.
In the past, he’d have had a female like this on her knees with the crook of his finger, minus all the small talk she was using to break the ice. Eden Bay women always flocked to him when he was here, even those not among Eden Bay’s sex-work volunteers.
Naruto had never turned down either.
A hole was a hole, and he was always in the mood to get off.
Now?
His dick didn’t so much as twitch, but his temper did.
He’d banned pussy that wasn’t part of his security team from his suites, but just like the other Eden Bay assholes working tonight, this bitch didn’t give a fuck about his orders.
“I missed an opportunity to meet you last time you sailed,” she continued, hip swaying deeper into the room, “you had half the female VIP staff in your suite all night, it was a little too claustrophobic for lil ol’ me. I prefer one on one conversations.”
Had she been one of those women he’d had in his suite the handful of times he’d been on this yacht she’d already be dead, one among many to satisfy his vow to bring Hinata his exes heads as a token of contrition and commitment.
Funny enough, Naruto hadn’t seen a single familiar face among any of the female staff since he’d been here.
That meant, they’d either been fired or reassigned in the two years since he’d been to Eden Bay, or, more likely, Sasuke was a fuckin psychic that knew Naruto’s mind better than he knew his own and warned Disonasu to make sure the women stayed ghost if he didn’t want a Naruto-shaped guillotine running around his yacht.
Naruto was more inclined to believe the latter.
Sasuke was a resourceful asshole like that.
“What do you say?” the blond coaxed, “up for a little one on one with me?”
His jaw flexed, the ache in his growling stomach and full on headache surging to the forefront as the woman neared.
Kill…
Her voice grated on his nerves.
Her sashaying walk pissed him off with every step.
He’d planned on letting her hang herself, letting her mindlessly wander in range of her final mistake.With each one of her bullshit pickup lines and silly ass flirtation, she moved closer and closer to his merciless hands, and he was frustrated enough for a barehanded kill to take the edge off.
What she did next had his hand itching for the pistol.
With his robe loosely belted at his waist, leaned back as he was in his plush seat, the fabric lay parted down to his steel ridged abdomen. Her eyes dipped down to his strength laden flesh, moving over the bulge of his pecs, the tattoos coloring his torso, before stopping on the belt and fabric that covered his junk then dragging her gaze slowly, lazily, back up.
It royally ticked him off even though this wasn’t anything new to him either.
He knew what he looked like.
His body hadn’t been sculpted just for the work he did now.
Early on, when he came back from overseas broke as shit, he’d gone back to the dick-work he’d started as a teen, but this time, with the physique of a grown ass man honed, sculpted and forged by the brutality of unsanctioned military training and covert life or death missions.
That shit sold.
So much so that he’d maintained his form not just out of habit and enjoyment, but for profit.
His reputation for setting the bar so fuckin high between the sheets the women that left his bed had a hard time adjusting to life out of it, didn’t hurt either. Considering he’d been slinging dick since his balls dropped, and had had clients that only came once a goddamn year their pussy was so damn broken, creatively fantastic sex came with the territory.
Rep and body combined, he’d been rollin’ in yen.
Making bank bangin’ women with deep pockets and low self esteem, married women who’s husband wasn’t hittin’ it right, if at all, and high maintenance uppity bitches that liked to slum it when their country club girl friend’s weren’t lookin.
Long as they had the money, he was down for whatever.
Once he got involved with SSG, he’d retired from dick-work, but that didn’t mean females left him alone.
Unaffiliated women still flirted with him, still batted their fake horse lashes at him, still fucked him with their eyes everywhere he went and—-before Hinata—-if he was in the mood, he hadn’t hesitated to get his dick wet by whatever female flavor he had taste for at the time.
It was a double edged sword though.
Some of them didn’t know how to take no for an answer, others came on way too damn strong. They chased and panted after him like they’d never seen a man before, working over time to catch his attention doing the most ridiculous shit he’d ever seen. They could be a pain in his ass sometimes, but the women that latched onto Nukenin were worse than the unaffiliated females that didn’t know he was a drug dealing monster in expensive clothes.
Gang groupies, like the woman in front him, that knew who he was in the underground.
That knew the far reach of his illicit power and heard about the near endless zeros that made up his blood soaked wealth. That knew him as Nine, that half drooled over half cowered over his brutal reputation, were as common as crackheads in a crackhouse.
They flocked to him like cats to catnip.
Overly bold and doggedly aggressive, they made it their mission to try and fuck him for one reason or another.
Telling anybody that’d listen the moment they got what they wanted.
Status among their little gangster-groupie circle came with fuckin a man high up in the hierarchy, and Naruto was at the very top of the food chain.
They got off on it.
Whatever reason women flocked to him, up until this point, he really hadn’t given a shit.
Let em’ shoot their shot, he was either in the mood to fuck or not, no skin off his nose.
Now, it was a infraction he had a zero fuckin tolerance for.
Resting his chin on a fist, and his elbow on the arm of the chair, Naruto clipped through lingering tobacco fog, “you’re talking to a married man, have some fuckin respect.”
Those horse lashed brown eyes widened, pencil drawn brows creasing confusion as her strut came to an abrupt halt, “married? You’re married, Nine?” she made a show of searching his finger, craning her head as though she couldn’t see his every single one of his fingers were naked, “I don’t see a ring. From what I’ve heard you’ve always been a committed bachelor. Is this a recent marriage? With that woman you brought with you? Satō-san?”
He didn’t respond.
It was none of her fuckin business.
Instead, he stared unblinking at the female, wondering idly if this meant he needed to pluck this bitch’s eyes out and bundle them up with the heads of his exes he planned on presenting to his sweet wife when he was done with her. He hadn’t fucked this wannabe homewreckin’ slut, but she’d had her eyes all over him in a way that couldn’t be anything but sexual.
Did that count?
All this shit was new to him.
When the fuck was cheating cheating?
Kissing, touching, fucking another person, easily cheating. Giving affection and attention to another person, that was obvious to him. He’d been around long enough to know that much about relationship boundaries, but where the hell did this fit in?
This female had looked at his naked chest, had traced the body with lust in her eyes and propositioned him.
That shit had to cross a line didn’t it?
Had Hinata been in his situation, he’d want the eyes, head and first born of any man or woman that’d seen her naked chest, anybody that ran their eyes over her the way this female had him, let alone fixed their mouth to ask her for sex.
He’d been prepared to put Genma in the dirt even after finding out nothing happened.
Bakuto had gotten off lightly, but he was already planning on circling the block on his ass, now that he thought about it.
Then there was that Kiba guy-
“Well, whoever Mrs. Nine is,” the woman huffed, flinging her yellow hair over her shoulder with a flourish that set his teeth on edge, her new coy smile begging him to knock her pearly whites in as she stated, “she doesn’t have to know. I won’t talk if you don’t.”
Fuckin delusional…
Naruto quit fuckin for money the first week he started dealing.
Dick-work was more fun, but slinging dope paid more in half the time and effort, but that hadn’t stopped him from fuckin every woman he felt remotely attracted to for fun.
For years he’d ploughed through the female population, but Naruto had officially quit being a manslut midnight, March 13, 2012, the night he met and married his soulmate right in front of the bus stop beneath the glow of a full moon.
He was a married man now.
A faithful married man.
But in this woman’s mind, he was a cheater.
In this female’s fucked up brain, there was some version of reality that existed where he would stick his dick in a woman that wasn’t Hinata, and that in itself was worth putting this cunt in the dirt to his mind.
His marriage was blessed by the moon itself, the idea he’d give that up to fuck around with her was insane.
She was fuckin delusional.
And disrespectful.
And pissing him off…
Kill…
“Do we have a deal,?” she cooed at him, taking a hip cocking step towards him.
Straightening in his chair, Naruto reached for the cold steel that’d deliver his answer better than words could.
“It’ll be our little…” she trailed off, that sultry look on her face morphing into one of abject terror as he clicked the safety off.
She didn’t scream, didn’t plead, didn’t duck for cover.
The bitch ran.
Straight out of her heels, hauling ass across the room without a second glance behind.
Didn’t do her any good.
She went down just like she ran.
Without a sound.
She didn’t get up.
He was on to the move a beat later, his mind on the next issue that needed tackling.
Getting the fuck dressed so he could get back to Hinata.
“Go get Hinata,” he snapped in Thorn’s direction, “take her up to the Dome, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Fuck Eden Bay.
Fuck Captain Kiss Ass.
And fuck waiting for this fuckin replacement tailor.
He was a grown ass man that could dress himself, he was done waiting for any more of Disonasu’s incompetent, shit for brains, bootleg staff-
“Ah, looks like I’m too late.”
Both gun and gaze snapped to the newcomer.
Tall with curly black hair, and a face that was hard to place in age, this Eden Bay staffer looked unbothered by the dead woman at his feet or the pistol pointed his way. Sidestepping a streak of crimson and the crumpled woman lying unmoving just inside the doorway, the man moved deeper into the room. His dark eyes were empty and bored, detached and cold, but it was a look that made Naruto hopeful that maybe, just maybe, he’d finally get some fuckin service around this place minus all the bullshit.
He had to be the replacement tailor, but he didn’t have the look of Eden Bay on him despite the uniform he wore…
“Shisui at your service, sir,” the male introduced himself with a bow that put him nearly face to ass with the woman on the floor, before straightening and gesturing to the platform centered among mirrors, “if you’ll step up onto the podium, I’ll have you dressed for the evening in ten minutes flat.”
When Naruto merely cocked a blonde brow at that boast, Shisui dug in the pocket of his starchy white trousers.
“If not,” the staffer continued, pulling out a small box of bullets, his eyes alive and excited in stark contrast to their painful boredom five seconds ago as he gave the box a rattle, “you can always reload and drop me right next to Akiko here.”
Wasn’t hard to tag him.
Adrenaline junkie. Thrill seeker. Danger addict.
A Russian Roulette player himself, Naruto respected and accepted the challenge.
Taking the life or death gambler out of his crosshairs, Naruto lowered the pistol, dropped the magazine, racked the slide for any stragglers, then gave Shisui an expectant glance as his answer.
Shisui tossed him the box.
Naruto reloaded as Shisui prepped his clothes and Thorn left the room.
-
Nine minutes and twenty-three seconds.
Naruto was more impressed Shisui managed to avoid getting his head blown off than his outfit, though it was a close call between the two.
Both feats were fuckin impressive.
Whoever picked his fit for tonight knew exactly where his head was.
Burnt orange, snug fit suit vest over an equally fitted, pitch-black dress shirt—-who’s inner lining at the sleeve cuffs and collar were identical shades of burnt orange when pulled back, but for the first course, would remain hidden inside his suit—-and a midnight tie that blended in with the surrounding blackness. Crisp onyx trousers with sharp iron pressed creases that could cut a line of coke with clean precision molded to the hard strength of his long legs, and a matching suit jacket stretched to accommodate the width of his shoulders and muscle laden arms.
The three-piece-suit cut was designed to emphasize his towering stature, outline his gym honed physique and cast a heavily masculine but somewhat sinister ‘tall, blonde and handsome’ presence.
Lot of women liked mystery, and even if they wouldn’t admit it, a bit of darkness.
A hint of danger.
Hinata had exposed herself as one of those women, and he planned to use that fact against he to the fullest extent tonight.
Stepping into his gleaming black shoes, Naruto held out his arm while Shisui fastened the square faced, diamond entrenched, white gold banded watch to his wrist. It was a custom made gift from the luxury brand Seiko, courtesy of Captain Kiss Ass himself.
Every inch held a twinkling gem, the collection of bling so bright it’d probably shin in the fuckin dark.
Once finished, Shisui grabbed a flat, square case full of rows upon rows of rings and presented it to the kingpin.
Naruto slipped two platinum gold rings on his right hand—a band of skulls set against a black background on his ring finger and a matching full skull on his pointer finger—then three more on his left hand. Another black accented band with generic vine patterns on his pointer, another skull threaded through with snakes and the Nukenin emblem hidden among their curved bodies, and a burnt orange signet on his pinkie.
He’d just slid the last ring on when a phone rang.
Naruto had turned all his phones off for tonight, putting his lieutenants and Sasuke in charge of handling any random ass emergencies that might pop up.
It didn’t happen often anymore.
Back when he was an up and coming small time dealer, his phone had rung non-stop, his enterprise was stable now, situations that needed him personally weren’t all that common anymore.
Name dropping him alone was enough to get shit done for his people.
Naruto frowned as Shisui dug in his pocket, fished out the device and answered.
Was he fuckin serious?
“Of course,” Shisui responded to the person on the line before holding it out to Naruto.
Confused, mildly annoyed but intrigued, Naruto took the phone and held it up to his ear.
“Who-”
“Inner suit pocket, left side,” Sasuke directed in his ear.
Speak of the devil…
“Knew this guy was too competent to be Eden Bay,” Naruto muttered at both Sasuke and Shisui as he dug into his breast pocket and fished out a baggy.
“Few downs and a up,” his bestfriend told him, “downs’ll keep your crazy in check. Ups’ll keep you on your feet.”
Another Sasuke cocktail of anti-crazy pills.
Pretty late in the game for em’ though, should’ve gave him this four bodies ago
“You needed time between doses since, you know, OD-ing on a first date is not a good look,” he continued, “I’m sure you’re coming down hard by now, probably cranky and hangry, but you couldn’t have killed more than three or four people since boarding, maybe five if Disonasu’s fuckin up bad enough to get himself killed. When it comes to you, I guess it wouldn’t be a date if you didn’t catch a body or six, but from now on, you need to reign it in. It’ll take a minute for everything to kick in, but by the second course of dinner, you should be fine. Try not kill anymore people until then, dobe. ”
Scowling, Naruto opened his mouth-
“No I’m not your psychotic mother,” Sasuke answered before he could even form the words ‘who are you my fuckin mother?’ “best friend, personal attorney and sociopath whisperer, those are my titles. My job as all three is to keep your ass outta trouble and I’m on call 24/7. Take your pills, chill the fuck out and have a nice date.”
Dead air.
On cue, Shisui pulled up with a try in hand, an identical glass and amber liquid on ice resting on top.
Teeth clicking annoyance, Naruto sat the phone on the tray, swiped the drink, emptied the baggy in his mouth then downed it with the shot.
“Where the fuck did he find you?” Naruto grouched, dropping the glass back on the tray along with the bag.
“Distant cousin,” Shisui answered with a smile, “been employed with Eden Bay almost a year, today was supposed to be my day off.”
With a grunt that was half acknowledgment, half dismissal, Naruto stepped off the podium.
He was dressed up, drugged up and revved up for tonight.
All he needed now was his little wife.
-
Jogging up the final flight of stairs, Naruto crossed the corridor in long, ground eating steps.
He was late, but determined to get to their meet spot ahead of Hinata.
He was confident in his ability to smooth talk her out of any anger she might be stewing in thanks to the dumb fucks decomposing in his suite, and being the one waiting on her when she showed up would put him a stronger position to do it, though he couldn’t see her throwing attitude about this.
The way she was wired, he was expecting more anxiety than irritation.
He’d bet money she had a fuse twenty times longer than his.
He was looking forward to getting away with shit he shouldn’t with her.
The Dome was the highest point of the yacht, though, despite it’s name, the very tip of its bowl shape was mostly flat.
A wide, sky observation lounge, the Dome boasted long, clear windows stretched in an oval circle, and a fancy landscape of cream, silver and tan decor. Decorated in the glitz and glam of a wealthy gathering, the round top structure was a sparkling sea of jeweled chandeliers, luminous translucent curtains and matching spiral tassels. Circular tables draped in milky white cloth that were usually evenly distributed through the lounge had been pushed back and lined up in the far corner to make room for the per-presentation dais of the First Course, and fireworks laden announcement of their impending docking on Paradise island.
There were a few people already in the Dome.
Fellow businessmen, a couple celebrities and a buncha rich nobodies, all in their finest evening wear. Among a sea of pearly white suits and pastel dresses, Naruto was a black beast roaming around sheep.
Naruto had never tried to blend in with the crowd.
He wasn’t a part of their world, and neither were they a part of his.
Fuck if he was gonna pretend to be.
He wove between bodies, ignoring greetings and annoying attempts at drawing him into conversation. The drugs hadn’t kicked enough for him to attempt conversation with anyone that wasn’t Hinata.
Instead, he took a seat on the fringes of the crowd and waited.
-
Laters
Sessakag~
- 18
- 19
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

קгєץ	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 11105 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto series just this story.

קгєץ