Akane Yakuza Novels & Stories

For Silas for the man whose stormy eyes promised forever he’d dive deeper. A shadow detached from the darkness: a Yakuza thug in a tailored suit, irezumi tattoos glowing under ripped sleeves. Not Kane’s crew these bore the dragon insignia of the Kurogane-kai, a rival faction splintered from Tokyo’s old syndicates. Kane had allies in the Yamaguchi-gumi offshoots, but Kurogane hated outsiders poaching their tech smuggling routes. This ambush? A declaration of war.

CAINE The meeting was held in a whorehouse owned by someone who belonged to the Yakuza. His name was Haruki Yamadera. I had never met the owner before but I knew the person who worked for him. A right hand man. I called him Zai. I walked in and went to the table designated for our meeting. Soon, Zai joined me in the opposite seat. He had dark hair, rings on both ears, and tattoos all over his face. He held a pack of cards which he always shuffled. Anyone who watched us would think we were about playing cards. But those card were actually his signature, and weapon. He once told me he had made them into blades, talking about their sharp edges I think.

I say, and he smiles and nods his head. “Come Cass. Show me why you are called the Onryo. Keomi, take her to change and give her a naked blade.” He says and I just stare at him in shock. What? He wants to spar with me? Using a naked blade? He is the head of the Yakuza, and me well, I’m a little Italian girl who loves to play with Katanas. “Too scared?” He asks before making the sound of a chicken. I look at my team and family and they are all laughing as he struts around, acting like a chicken.

I swat his hand away, clasp the bottle, and place it in front of me under the table so he doesn't have access to it. Even though he’s sitting still, his eyes are shifty and agitated. I’m ready to bet it’s because of whatever seed Pharaoah planted in his head back at the house. The door slides open again; this time, it's not the waitress. Kai walks in, followed by an old, short man who wears a pressed suit. Abe Hitori. The leader of the Yakuza branch in New York. Pharaoah and I stand in greeting, but Pakstan remains planted in place. He also uses the chance of my standing up to grab the bottle of vodka.

"Fuck, you're all so sexy. I need a cock too." Akane, still bent over the couch, reached back and spread her ass cheeks. "Fuck my ass, Kurome. Please, I need it so bad." Kurome moaned, hurrying over to Akane. She spat on her fingers, rubbing them over Akane's tight hole. "You want my fingers in your ass, Akane? You want me to fuck your tight little hole?" "Yes," Akane whimpered, pushing back against Kurome's fingers. "Please, fuck my ass. I need it so bad."

A few short moments later, there was the sound of several gunshots and screams, and all was then quiet. Find your way out of your cage. And if you can’t find an exit, make one. ‘Easy for you to say.’ Ren thought to himself. [1] Yakuza: Yakuza is also known as gokudo, and they are members of traditional organised criminal syndicates in Japan

Adorable in a way he hadn't encountered in a long time. He leaned forward slightly, glancing at her name tag. "Mona." She winced. "Yep. That's me." Still grinning, he leaned against the counter, watching her closely. "So, Mona," he drawled, "how does it feel to watch men beat the shit out of each other for a living?" " extremely weird I guess it's my first night " Her mouth dropped open slightly, before she quickly covered it with both hands. Kane smirked. "I like honesty."

Aki furiously screamed while looking at at emotionless Harvey. “I’m the young lord of the Kitagawa Clan, and the disciple of the Shinkage Way! I’m a well-known character in the younger generation of the Island Nations!” “I cannot be embarrassed that easily!” “Kneel before you talk,” Harvey said with a calm tone. “You dare make me kneel?!” Aki was completely enraged. “So what if you’re a God of War, Harvey?!” “You think the Shinkage Way doesn’t have Gods of War?!”

Akihiko, unwaveringly fends off the Akaname knocking it back to its corner. “Come and get it!!!” screams Akihiko agitating all of the Akaname in the room. All the Akaname leap directly at him and grab each of his limbs. One of the Akaname tries to take him out immediately by going for his neck but he screams and dislocates his arm and gets stabbed in his clavicle. Blood pours out from his mouth and the clavicle while he agonized.

She could no longer release her frustration; it had all been replaced by amazement and confusion. "Who told you about my condition?" Kenji inquired, trying to control his breathing. His chest still hurt from talking too much. "Mao-chan," Akiko replied. Kenji nodded, unsure whether Inoue did it for Ryu or on her own. "Are you a Yakuza?" Akiko asked suddenly. "Ha?" Kenji turned to look at her. "What are you talking about?" Kenji couldn’t understand how Akiko had come to that conclusion. "Are you Yakuza? How did you end up getting shot?" Akiko asked.