Go For It Nakamura Novels & Stories

"I would tell you that two can play this game, Uchida. Run all you want. It's time to get you back." "Hey Akamine-chan," Nakamura suddenly called out. She turned and faked a pleasant smile as several boys came walking towards her.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

Mikami. *hello Keyla here ...I have a huge problem that you could help me with ...I just found out that we don't have a girl enough and we can't go to the World Cup, the problem is I need one by tomorrow commitment. But now I don't know anyone else. Could you inquire if anyone from Nankatsu might be interested in playing ...I know it's on short notice. I'm also more than mad at the trainer. ...that would of course be great if you asked

I turned around to see that the godfathers also had their eyes on me as well. “Wait a minute! Are you guys fucking serious right now? How would you accuse me of such a thing?” I asked. “Stop acting like you don’t know what we are talking about Sofia. Mr. Nakamura here, saw you through the CCTV footage, having sex with one of our enemy and even though we all believe it to be a normal phenomena, it was what you said before the sex that caught our attention. You told Carl that he should move away from California as we have immense plan ahead.” I could have swore I noticed Nakamura smiling. The bastard hadn’t been a friend and neither have I been a friend as well. We were two separate persons wi

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

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He looked at Dave when they appeared with the assessment of someone taking inventory. Victor stopped in front of him. “Delivered,” Victor said. The man nodded once. He looked at Dave. “Mr Sun,” he said. His voice was neutral and professional. “My name is Park. I work for Mr Nakamura.” Kai Nakamura. Dave looked at him steadily. “I know who Kai Nakamura is.” Park’s expression didn’t change. “Good. That simplifies things.” He turned and gestured down the corridor. “Come. There’s a room prepared.”

Finding none. “I made this decision on my own,” I continued. “For myself. And for my future. And I am not going back from it.” Her eyes hardened. “Don’t you dare, Marcellus… what you are going to do…” “I’m not asking,” I cut in, my voice low but absolute. “You will hold the ceremony. And you will do it like you always have when I am not around.” Silence snapped between us. “You will stand there,” I went on, “and you will do what you intended to do, without me. If the pack needs a performance, give them one. They will surely enjoy it knowing that the mother Luna is hosting it. And you can enjoy the party as you always do.”

“Mr. Nakamura, welcome. I didn’t realize a small organization like Japanese gang, was interested in our city politics.” Nakamura smiled. “We have interests everywhere, Mr. Rinaldi. I must say, your capo’s campaign is quite impressive.” Kim, being the evil genius that he was sent his advisor and public figurehead Nakamura to go to the Rinaldi family pre-election event, to scout their electoral opponents. Vittorio joined them, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Mr. Nakamura, thank you for coming. How can we help you this evening?” Nakamura’s smile widened. “I simply wanted to offer my congratulations and perhaps discuss opportunities for mutual benefit.”

Appearances matter. At precisely ten, the screen of my laptop flickered to life, revealing Nakamura in his Tokyo study. He sat framed in what looked like an old-world study, walls lined with floor-to-ceiling mahogany shelves, bound in leather and dusted with age. But the man himself was small inside it. Balding, his shirt starched to perfection, shoulders squared as if to reclaim the pride I’d stolen. “Renzo,” he said stiffly, his Japanese accent clipping the ‘r’ in my name. His face betrayed nothing, but his eyes—they were cornered animal eyes.