Sierra Morgan: The Don's Bride

th his characteristic eerie smile. His eyes filled with excitement, as he was in the midst of finalizing a deal. "Yeah, yeah! Don't you worry about a thing, my

anese mafia in Philadelphia, I've been facing a perplexing business dilemma for quite some time," he spoke with a hint of sadness. He left a brief pause, then continued, his voice filled with a newfound sense of hope. "But fear not, my friends! I have finally discovered the solution, and it lies with all of you." His gaze swept across the room, acknowledging the assembled individuals. "As our esteemed employees, we have encountered increasing difficulties in transporting our valuable merchandise through the usual channels which is why we need fresh approaches and new methods. And that's where each and every one of you comes in," he explained, his tone emphasizing the importance of their roles. "With your unwavering dedication, we will navigate the streets of Philadelphia and beyond, ensuring the smooth transportation of our goods." "Now, right in front of you, you'll find a contract that lays out your responsibilities and the compensation you'll receive," he declared, his voice filled with authority. "Signing it will signify your agreement to work for us, while not signing it will..." "Well, lets just say it won't end well for you." He said and waited. The hall became eerily still and no one made a sound. "Why the hesitation? Are you worried that your handwriting will look bad or do important documents scare you?" he inquired, a hint of mockery and growing impatience in his tone. Without waiting for a response, he continued. "Oh, how could I forget? Boys, untie them," he commanded. "This is no way to treat our valuable employees." Just then, the clothes over their mouths were taken off and the ropes binding their arms and legs were cut off. Immediately one of the captives rose up, his gaze fixed upon Takeda, their eyes burning with a mix of hatred and defiance. "Who the hell do you think you are? You kidnap us and now you're spitting out trash." His voice dripped with resentment as he unleashed his frustration. "You don't want to sign it? Well, that's upsetting but it's okay. In the end, it's your choice. You're free to leave right now if you wish to," Takeda said as he waved hi