<p>After five years in Japan, Paul is drawn into the world of the Yakuza. A kill or be killed world where honor and etiquette have no place. Only love can give him the strength he will need to survive.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Later that morning, at a more respectable time, he picked up the phone, dialled, and waited. A few moments later he said, &ldquo;Charles, I&rsquo;m going to Japan!&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;Look, this Yoshizaki isn&rsquo;t going away, you can&rsquo;t sack him, he&rsquo;s not going to get arrested and thrown in prison and you can&rsquo;t make him disappear.&rdquo;</p><p>With one foot still on the body, he raised the sword slowly, then brought it down in a big arc to flick the blood from the blade. The warm liquid splattered in a line of defiance across the floor between him and the four Yakuza.</p><p>Their love making had caused them to sweat slightly and their bodies glistened in the candle light. She gently shuffled over to him and rested her head on his chest.</p>