36 A**holes

"Hello to you too, Samantha." Andrew's words are dripping with sarcasm.

"Why are you here?"

"Imagine my surprise when I received a video of your scandal on the other side of the world." Andrew raises a brow. "A coworker recognized you and sent it to me."

"So? What is it to you?" Sam crosses her arms in front of her chest.

"But I was very impressed," he continues, ignoring her question. "They even had your address and all. It was even easier to find you than I had thought."

"There is no reason for you to find me anyway, Andrew. I told you to deal with my lawyer."

"Are you really not going to invite me in?" Andrew takes a step closer.

"Who is this?" Kei's voice comes from behind Sam.

Andrew frowns. "Her husband, who the hell are you?"

"EX-husband," Sam corrects.

"Technically–" Andrew tries to argue, but Kei interrupts.

"Ah, the asshole who is after your money." Kei's voice is so condescendent and nonchalant that Andrew feels a strong urge to punch the man in the face. "I will have to talk to the concierge," he continues. "This is a prestigious residence, trash should not be allowed in."

"Trash?" Andrew repeats, his rage reaching new levels. Then, he relaxes his shoulders. His eyes move to Sam who has been standing by Kei nervously. "All that talk about how you could never forgive me for cheating on you." He scoffs. "Look at you doing the same thing."

"The same thing?" Sam snaps. "We are separated, I filed for divorce, do you not understand the difference?"

Kei feels Sam tremble next to him, he clenches his jaw hard. He wants to break her ex's face.

"Samantha," Kei calls softly. "Why don't you let me take care of this, hmm?"

"Kei…" Sam utters with a worried voice. She knows exactly what that means.

"I'm just going to have a little talk with…Andrew here." Kei throws a disgusted look at the soon-to-be ex.

"I have nothing to say to you," Andrew says.

"But I do." Kei kisses Sam's head and steps out of the apartment, dragging Andrew with him.

"Hey," Andrew protests, but Kei's grip is strong.

"I'll call you later, okay?" Kei tells Sam while pushing the elevator button.

"Kei, don't overdo it."

"Nonsense." He shoots her a grin as the elevator doors close.

Kei waits patiently as they go down a few floors, then he twists Andrew's arm and pushes his face against the wall.

"What the–"

"Big mistake coming all the way to Japan just to be an asshole to Samantha, buddy," Kei tells him.

"What? Are you going to hurt me?" Andrew scoffs. "I'm an American."

Kei releases him and laughs. "So am I, fucktard. But I'm sorry to tell you, no one cares about who you are here." He shrugs. "You obviously have no idea who I AM." Kei smirks.

As the elevator doors open, they are met with two meaty men wearing black suits.

"Take him," Kei tells his men in Japanese.

"Wait, what is this?" Andrew screams. "Who are these men?"

Kei ignores his questions and leads the way while the two men drag Andrew behind him.

"You can't do this," Andrew spits through gritted teeth.

"Oh I can," Kei throws him a back look. "And I will enjoy hurting you, for everything you've put Sam through."

A chill runs down Andrew's body when Kei winks at him.

The latter walks to his car and quickly hops in. He leans on the steering wheel and sighs.

He is thankful that his men were already there. After the incident with Denji, he asked Matsumoto to have a few guys around Sam at all times.

'As if everyone targeting Sam was not enough, even this asshole of an ex is here.'

He pushes the ignition button and drives away. Andrew will have to wait, he has to take care of Denji first.

Kei arrives at Denji's apartment in less than an hour. Matsumoto has been instructed to keep him on house arrest until he gets there.

"What the hell is the meaning of this?" Denji whines as soon as Kei enters his apartment.

"Sit Down, Denji," Kei orders.

"I will not be treated–"

"Sit the fuck down." Kei's voice is only a little louder, but that is enough for Denji to understand.

The boy obeys. Kei sits on the chair opposite of him. He eyes him for a bit before sighing.

"I don't know when you grew a pair," Kei starts. "But pulling shit like you did yesterday is gonna get you hurt."

"Brother-in-law–"

"You mean, Mr. Ichihara," Kei interrupts. "I am sure you have heard, we are not family anymore."

Denji gulps. "Yes, Mr. Ichihara."

"Now, let's just keep this short. Whether it was your sister who told you to stalk Sam, or whether your idiotic mind told you that it was a good idea, you are to never approach, follow, talk to, or even glance in Sam's direction." Kei places his elbows on his knees and leans in. "Do I make myself clear?"

Denji clenches his jaw. He has always hated the way Kei looked down on him. 'This arrogant bastard.' But he has no choice but to obey, otherwise he is sure he would hurt him right then and there.

"Yes, Mr. Ichihara," Denji forces himself to say.

"Good." Kei pushes to his feet. "I like it when people understand from the first time. I hate repeating myself, Denji." he adds with a lower voice.

Kei steps out of the apartment that he is sure will be his company's after the hostile takeover he is planning, followed by Matsumoto and his men.

"Now, to the next asshole," Kei utters.