The Yakuza’s Mute Bride novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Tadashi did not waste time on the luxury of a proper bath.

He moved with the rigid precision of a man held together only by fury – unbuttoning his ruined shirt, washing the blood from his hands and face at the marble sink, splashing water across the bruises blooming beneath his skin. The water ran red for a long, silent moment before it cleared, and still he kept scrubbing, not to clean himself, but because the act of washing kept him from turning back into the monster he had been on the street a short while ago.

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He stripped off his bloodstained clothing and changed into the black attire laid out for him by trembling hands a clean shirt, pressed slacks, a coat sharp enough to cut the silence around him. He did not look at the mirror. He already knew what he would see there: a man who no longer cared for limits.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, several London-based members straightened instantly, their heads lowering, trembling slightly at the look in their leader’s eyes.

He did not address them directly.

He did not need to.

Yukito’s earlier warning echoed somewhere in the back of his mind – You cannot see clearly when it is her on the line – but Tadashi crushed the thought as easily as he had crushed the attacker’s windpipe not long before.

Tonight there was nothing clouded in him.

Tonight everything was painfully, brutally clear.

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He strode down the hall, out through the mansion doors, and into the night air where the cold stung sharply against the fresh burns on his arms. Behind him, four black cars waited, engines humming. Ten men climbed in with him

the ones he trusted enough to bear witness to what he was about to do.

“Drive,” he ordered.

And the convoy surged forward into the street, tires screaming quietly against the pavement.

In the back seat, Tadashi did not sit. He remained half-standing, braced with one hand on the headrest, staring out the window as London blurred into streaks of light. His expression was carved from stone. His pulse throbbed in a slow, controlled rhythm that was more frightening than any rage he had ever shown.

He knew Naomi was in the best hands — Yuka had sworn her life to the task, and Tadashi believed her. But knowing Naomi was safe did not extinguish the madness. It gave it focus.

This was not anger alone.

This was something older, heavier, more lethal – the kind of madness that lived in the Masayoshi bloodline, the kind that had ended wars long before guns existed.

“Faster,” he muttered without lifting his gaze.

“Yes, Tadashi-sama,” the driver said, the fear in his voice unmistakable.

The cars accelerated. Streetlights shot past like falling stars. London seemed to hold its breath.

Yukito was the first to notice.

He and Ota stood beyond the police line, answering questions with carefully crafted half-truths, their faces calm even

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though their cars still rang from the explosion and their coats smelled of smoke. Officers moved about the chaotic scene, cordoning off streets, photographing wreckage, gathering shell casings scattered like dead insects across the asphalt.

A sudden shift of headlights made Yukito turn sharply.

His brows drew together.

“Tadashi-sama…?” he whispered under his breath as one of the sleek black cars pulled up behind the police barricade.

Ota froze beside him. “Please tell me that is not-”

“It is,” Yukito muttered grimly.

The rear door opened.

A gust of cold air swept through the street.

And Tadashi stepped out.

Not limping. Not weakened. Not remotely resembling a man who had fought for his life an hour earlier.

He walked with the slow, controlled grace of a predator who had already chosen his next kill.

Every police officer within sight turned to look.

Ota swore under his breath. “Damn it, he should be in bed.”

Instead, Tadashi walked directly toward the wreckage, ignoring the officers raising their hands, calling to him, warning him not to cross the tape. The blue and red lights reflected sharply in his eyes, giving his expression an unearthly glow.

“Tadashi-sama,” Yukito hissed under his breath, stepping forward to intercept him before he reached the nearest officer, “you should not be here. Let us handle-”

Tadashi brushed past him without slowing, without acknowledging his words.

A police sergeant approached him quickly, trying to look authoritative even though the tremor in his stance betrayed him.

“Sir, you cannot be here. This area is restricted and-”

Tadashi lifted his gaze.

The sergeant stopped speaking instantly.

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There was something in Tadashi’s eyes – cold, ancient, merciless that made the officer’s lungs seize for a moment. It was a look no ordinary man carried. It was the look of someone who had walked through fire and found it too gentle.

Ota stepped in, speaking quickly, using the polite, controlled tone he had been perfecting all his life.

“He is injured,” Ota told the sergeant. “We have already told you he was in the car during the attack. He simply wishes to see what is left before returning home. If you need statements, I can provide them.”

The sergeant opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, another figure approached – Detective Alridge, his face drawn with confusion and worry.

“Mr. Tadashi,” he began cautiously, “I heard you were wounded. Are you alright?” Then, more urgently- “Where is Miss Hunter? I do not see her.”

Tadashi slowly turned toward him.

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The wind shifted.

Even the night seemed to listen.

“Miss Hunter,” Detective Alridge repeated, “where is she?”

Tadashi’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer until only a breath separated them, and his voice came out in a tone that made several nearby officers fall silent.

“Miss Hunter,” he said, “is hurting. Again.”

Detective Alridge blinked. “Hurting? Again? She was just released-”

“She was attacked.” Tadashi cut in, the words edged with venom. “Men who dared challenge me targeted her. They tried to kill her.”

The detective’s face paled at the bluntness of the words.

“Mr. Tadashi,” he said carefully, “I must ask you plainly. Do you know who did this? Do you have enemies-”

“My enemies do not matter,” Tadashi replied coldly. “What matters is that they touched my woman. And for that, they will pay.”

The officers exchanged glances.

“Mr. Masayoshi,” a senior officer said, attempting to keep his composure, “we cannot allow you to take the law into your own hands in this country. If you know anything, you must”

Tadashi laughed.

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It was not a loud sound. It was not even a bitter sound. It was quiet terribly quiet man standing nearby.

“My enemies,” he said, “did not come for me.”

He stepped past the detective.

“They came for her.”

yet it cut through the voices of every

Police officers instinctively moved aside. They did not even seem aware they were doing it. Something in Tadashi commanded that space – an aura that made anyone in his path either obey or tremble.

Yukito gave a subtle signal- – a tilt of his head, barely visible.

The meaning was clear: ‘Anyone involved has already been taken. Hidden. Waiting for Tadashi.

Tadashi’s eyes flickered with a deadly satisfaction.

“Good.”

He turned without another word.

“Let us go,” he said to Yukito and Ota, though the words sounded less like instructions and more like a death sentence shaped into sound. “Take me to them.”

Ota swallowed while Yukito said nothing.

They only followed.

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Because they understood what the police could not: The law did not govern Tadashi Masayoshi. Fear did. Love did. And tonight, both had been stained with blood.

They led him to the hidden place where the captured attackers were held – unaware that Tadashi’s wrath had only begun, and unaware that the man walking toward them did not intend to question them.

He intended to devastate them.

He intended to dismantle the world of whoever sent them.

He intended to unleash hell.

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