Living with my PORNSTAR sisters-Chapter 26: The Promise Kept

The next morning came quiet.

Leo woke to sunlight cutting through the blinds in thin gold lines across the bed. Raven was curled against his side, breathing slow and even. Lana’s arm was slung over his waist from the other side. Sasha and Blair were tangled at the foot of the mattress—Sasha’s head on Blair’s stomach, Blair’s hand resting in Sasha’s hair like she’d fallen asleep mid-stroke.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Kurasaki.

Leo slipped out from under the pile of warm bodies as carefully as he could. Raven stirred, mumbled something soft, then settled again. He grabbed yesterday’s jeans and a plain black hoodie from the floor, pulled them on, and stepped into the hallway before answering.

"Yeah," he said quietly.

Kurasaki’s voice came through low, matter-of-fact.

"It’s done. You coming to see?"

Leo exhaled through his nose.

"Yeah. I’ll be there."

He hung up.

Back in the bedroom he leaned over the bed, kissed each of them in turn—soft, quick presses to sleepy lips. Raven smiled without opening her eyes. Lana made a small contented sound. Blair muttered "five more minutes" against Sasha’s stomach. Sasha just sighed and rolled closer to Blair.

"I’ll be back," Leo whispered to no one in particular.

He left.

The women drifted downstairs one by one over the next hour.

Raven made coffee. Lana scrolled through her phone looking for vacation outfits. Blair and Sasha ended up on the couch with some dumb reality show playing—people yelling about nothing, perfect distraction. Every few minutes one of them would glance at the front door, then at her phone, then back to the screen.

Nobody said it out loud, but the air felt tight.

Leo drove with the windows down.

Ventura Boulevard was busy even mid-morning—cars crawling, pedestrians dodging. He parked two blocks away from the address Kurasaki sent. Pulled a long black coat from the trunk, slipped on dark sunglasses, tugged a plain black cap low over his eyes.

He walked the rest of the way.

When he turned the corner he saw them.

Hundreds of men—black suits, earpieces, faces blank—lined both sides of the sidewalk leading to the glass doors of Vivid Edge Productions. As Leo approached they straightened in perfect unison. Hands snapped to foreheads in sharp salutes.

He kept walking.

The lobby was empty except for Kurasaki waiting at the elevator.

Older—gray at the temples—but still built like a linebacker. He stepped forward the second the doors opened, pulled Leo into a hard hug, then dropped to one knee and pressed dry lips to the back of Leo’s hand.

"Boss—"

"Don’t call me that," Leo said quietly. "Never again. Get up."

Kurasaki rose, eyes shining.

"Where is he?"

Kurasaki led him to the service elevator. Down to sub-level three. Through a reinforced door into what used to be a soundstage.

Now it was something else.

Derek Voss hung upside down from thick ropes tied to the lighting rig—naked, bruised purple, blood crusted around his mouth and nose. His bodyguards—six of them—were strung up beside him in the same position, some conscious, some not. All of them begging in low, broken voices the second they saw Leo.

"Please man we didn’t know—"

"We were just following orders—"

"Mercy—please—"

Leo didn’t look at them long.

"Where’s the contract?" he asked Kurasaki.

Kurasaki nodded toward a metal table in the corner. A stack of papers sat there—originals and copies—already half-burned at the edges. Beside them was a laptop, screen cracked, hard drive visibly removed.

"We torched his whole digital footprint," Kurasaki said. "Cloud backups, personal drives, offshore accounts. His bodyguards are handled. If you give the word, his wife, his kids—"

"No," Leo cut in. "That’s too much. You’ve done enough."

He walked over to the hanging men.

Looked up at Derek Voss. The man’s eyes were wide, panicked, pleading.

Leo didn’t speak to him.

He turned to Kurasaki.

"Kill him."

Kurasaki gave a single sharp nod.

The room filled with the metallic click of safeties flicking off.

Then the gunfire started—controlled bursts, not wild sprays. Hundreds of rounds tore through Derek Voss in seconds. Ropes snapped. Body jerked like a marionette with cut strings. Flesh shredded. Blood sprayed in arcs. What hit the floor wasn’t recognizable as a person anymore.

Silence fell after.

Just dripping.

Leo turned away first. "Clean it up," he told Kurasaki. "All of it. No traces."

Kurasaki bowed his head. "Already in motion."

Leo walked out without looking back.

The men saluted again as he passed.

He just kept walking.

He drove home with the windows down, letting the wind strip the smell of cordite and blood off his skin.

When he pulled into the driveway the house looked the same as always—quiet, normal, sun on the roof.

He parked the car first, and then stepped inside.

Sasha was on the couch—showered now, hair damp, wearing one of his old hoodies that swallowed her. She looked up when he walked in. Her eyes were red, but dry.

Leo crossed the room, dropped to his knees in front of her.

She reached out—slow—touched his cheek like she was checking he was real.

"It’s done," he said.

Sasha’s breath hitched.

"The contract?"

"Gone. The company’s gone. He’s gone."

She stared at him for a long second.

Then she leaned forward and rested her forehead against his. "Thank you," she whispered.

Leo cupped the back of her neck. "You don’t have to thank me."

Raven, Lana, and Blair drifted in from the kitchen—quiet, watching.

Nobody asked anything. Nobody needed to.

Sasha finally lifted her head.

"Japan’s still on?"

Leo smiled. "Japan’s still on."

Blair let out a shaky laugh.

"Good. Because I already bought the sexiest yukata I could find online."

Lana wiped her eyes. "I’m learning how to say ’I love you’ in Japanese." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Raven just walked over and wrapped her arms around both Leo and Sasha from behind. "Then we go," she said softly. "All of us."

Leo nodded. "All of us."

They stayed like that—five bodies pressed close in the middle of the living room—for a long time.