雨滴: Miami {Promo}

Before Ame rescued the family heirloom from the Triads, a much younger Hayato was in Miami. This is the promo of her post college years.

The Italian Mafia. The Japanese Yakuza.
 
From Milan, Italy- Jacen Osvaldo. From Tokyo, Japan- Ame Hayato
 
He is strengthening the family business in the Land of the Free, she has an enemy target
Precautionary measures 
An unexpected meeting during a fight of blood lust and cunning tactics

In the City of Heat, Miami

雨滴: Russian Admirer

Alek and Ame’s meeting continues in the Death club
Food | Black Ink | -Wine Cocktails. | Marcus Nilsson:

A cocktail glass filled with something very pink and floating cotton candy appeared on the table between the two of them breaking the heated spell between the two of them. Aleksander quickly released Ame’s hand and she broke their eye contact looking at the poor soul who she had forgotten and paid for her drink. Seeing the two of them, the raven hair man averted his eyes awkwardly “Your drink my lady, the sassy bartender with curly hair dubbed it ‘Sabina’ named after one of their former escorts. She told me it was sweet with a bit of a kick at the end”.

Standing up, Ame laughed as she put her foot back into her shoe and pecked the man’s cheek “Thank you, I shall enjoy it” quickly swiping the cocktail off the bar table, she mingled back into the dancing crowd. Looking over shoulder quickly she saw Aleksander following her. They caught each other’s devious smiles and Ame took a quick sip of the concoction, the man was right it was very sweet and that spicy kick down her throat made her tingle all over. She eagerly drank some more, sitting in one of the alcoves next to a hotly kissing couple.

Aleksander sat next to her as he took the glass off her “May I taste this Sabina?” Ame laughed as she sprawled her legs over his lap “You already took the glass Alek, so go ahead” the red hair man moved closer until Ame was sitting in his lap and took a sip. He made a face and quickly gave the glass back to her “Too sweet for my liking” Ame happily accepted the alcohol back and sculled it down, dropping the glass onto the table in front of them, a bit of the pink liquid seeping from the corner of her lips.

Reaching up, Aleksander used his thumb to clean off the alcohol, trailing his finger along her jawline Ame now giddy from the sweet cocktail stared at him intensely. They stared at each other briefly as the loud noises of the music and crowd seemed to echo as time slowed down. Ame found herself kissing Aleksander and time resumed as normal, grabbing onto his white shirt in handfuls, one of his hands lost in her hair and the other gripping onto her behind.

The couple beside them noticed them and grinned resuming their own lip lock, only to shift more to the edge of the lounge as Aleksander pulled Ame off his lap and onto her back against the smooth leather. Pulling the Russian on top of her, Ame shoved her tongue in his mouth grasping around his neck, soft moans coming out of her mouth and getting louder as Aleksander trailed his lips to her neck and shoulders. The other couple would have watched them but decided to give them the entire alcove space, the girl with a soft giggle closing the sheer curtain behind her.

Wrapped in semi darkness, Ame and Aleksander continued their heated kisses, Ame unbuttoning and pulling off Alek’s shirt revealing his toned biceps and four pack, pressing her palms on his chest and whimpering with delight. Bunching her black skirt in his hands, Aleksander lifted her dress up above her knees to her hips. It was then, Ame realised she still had her throwing stars in her G-string. Too late. She felt them both being removed and thrown to the wooden table with a quiet thud.

“The cherry blossom has thorns…a rare sight” Ame heard Aleksander’s muffled voice between her breasts, his hands stilled on her hips. Pinned and exposed, she gathered her breathless voice “Who are you?” Lifting his face, Aleksander stared into her eyes “Your sister The Hinotori eliminated one of my family’s greatest enemies, their daughter to be precise and your pursuer in the United States. Oleysa Zima”.