Tokyo was drowning in the evening gold and the splendor of the wedding.

On the rooftop of the Mikado Hotel — among glamour, champagne for the ladies and sake for the men, the rustle of evening gowns and the sharp lines of tailored suits — the celebration was in full swing.

Tonight, Shintaro Arai, the head of the most powerful yakuza clan in eastern Japan, was getting married. He was both feared and respected — even within the walls of the Japanese parliament — while the police preferred to turn a blind eye to his organization’s affairs.

His bride was the daughter of an influential lawyer who had long defended the yakuza’s interests. This marriage was to become a strong alliance between two powerful families. For her, it was a great honor — to become the wife of the clan leader she had known since childhood.

They had both been preparing for this day since she was fourteen, and only now, upon reaching adulthood, had she officially become his wife.

Tonight, she became Mrs. Arai.

And that meant — no one would ever dare touch her without his permission.