Junko Furuta Yakuza Novels & Stories

The sight was gory, with their guts spilling out and eyeballs missing. "You mean it's not the Lucianos?" Someone asked Wade. "Cameras caught a glimpse of one of them. Kurayami Tachibana. The Yakuza. He's an assassin as far as the rumors say," "Shit, an assassin? He doesn't even bother to hide in the dark. What kind of assassin is this?" Mark skimmed through the files. It was obvious that everyone was scared to take on an assassin. Not to mention that he was one of the top.

HIRAYA I entered the Palacio Underground as if nothing had happened. "Athena, everyone is already inside. The others are also starting to eat and talk. I also heard someone asking what this party is for." Eros said. "The heir of Yakezi approached me earlier. Yasero Yakezi. A famous japanese gangster and number one Merciless gangster in Kyoto Japan. He asked me what the party was for, I said I don't know either. He just nodded but accompanied I was the first to leave. " He added.

He's dark-skinned with gold rings on every finger and a lazy smile that never really reached his eyes. He was the youngest Don at the table, having inherited the cartel after his father's mysterious death. His second in command was a woman who had sharp-featured and watchful, with a pistol tucked into her belt despite the no-weapons rule. Takeshi Yamamoto of the Yakuza sat motionless as a statue. He was the oldest man in the room with a face with roadmaps of wrinkles. His eyes were two dark stones that revealed nothing. His grey kimono was immaculate, and the katana that should have been confiscated at the door still rested across his lap, because Takeshi Yamamoto went nowhere without his sw

" My heartbeats have now gone crazier. Each question makes my heart pound louder in my ears that I no longer hear my voice. "It's taken care of, long before Mr. Mori's entry." I pull up a deep breath, exhaling it slowly to calm down my nerves. "Remember, Miss Sahara, Mr. Mori works for the Yamaguchi-Gumi group, known as the Yakuza."

(Sato Akiko, what do you want from me after all these years? - You know I'm Americanized. Now, I'm Akiko Sato. - Forget your weird ways. I don't have time to waste. – the Yakuza answers . - Jeez, always the same. Okay, I'll cut to the chase. I needed you to "lend" me your men in New York. I'm in the big apple. The Yakuza laughs. - Akiko, who do you think you are? You were always very snobbish. You should be more humble, as a good girl have to be.

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

Akio is really Yūri, and she’s the daughter of a Yakuza boss. My mind hadn’t considered that Kitsune was connected to Yūri. I didn't want to believe that possibility. Even though it would make sense that Kitsune is connected to a Yakuza, there’s only one in the state. The next day I was back at work banging my head into the metaphoric brick wall as I was getting nowhere closer to catching Kitsune.

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

"I left Rosa's binky in the nursery. I'll be back in a minute." She scampered down the hallway, to Xavier's study room. ****** "Boss, Masashi said he saw Vincenzo in Kobe." Rico informed. Masashi Yoshinawa was the boss of the Japanese yakuza. Yoshinawa-gumi (Yoshinawa group) was the largest Yakuza family, accounting for 50 percent of all Yakuza in Japan. Masashi was a friend of Xavier's and two years ago, he had killed Masashi's father, Kaito Yoshinawa. Kaito was a savagely violent man, even towards his own family. He killed innocent people, including his own wife. Something that the mafia would never do. Masashi was too weak to go against him. Thus, two years ago he came to Xavier for help

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”