Junko Furuta Yakuza Novels & Stories

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.

"What the hell are you talking about?" "The fact that I discovered, or rather, of the great possibility, although I still have no solid evidence that connects it directly to the facts," I remarked the last sentence very forcefully, "that my father-in-law, the Yakuza as such, has been doing business with the corrupt clan of the camorra in such a way that history takes complete turns involving even the Chechens themselves. According to my informant, the Yakuza is the most benefited from the route and, although the evidence is not entirely conclusive, the suspicion is valid. "You have to be lying to me, Hiroshi Yagami is the most upright man I know, he agrees that they are solid and when he all

Nato and Yuka seating opposite Ryu, Tomo, and Ishi. Mr. Tako went to their table and took their orders. "By the way Mr. Tako, this is my cousin Yuka. She just moved into the city." Nato said. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Tako, my name is Yuka," Yuka said with a smile. "Nice to meet you too Yuka. Come drop by at the restaurant any time." Mr. Tako replied. Nato told Yuka that the four of them have been going here for almost three years now. Mr. Tako was like their mentor and the restaurant was the band's little sanctuary.

That scar… god that intriguing scar that stretched from the top of his left lip down to his jaw only added to his charm in a strange unsettling way. The man sitting opposite him was leaner with a black fade haircut, ink creeping up his neck and knuckles. Kenji Sato — the Japanese yakuza leader that based in the heart of the country —Tokyo city. Alina recognized the sly man instantly. “Who's that with the Don?” Mira whispered to Alina. “Quiet.” She murmured back. Antonio's smooth voice spoke out. “What makes you think this Alliance you're proposing will benefit me?”