Mha Yakuza Novels & Stories

"Boss, I have the investigation on the Yakuza oyabun, and you won't believe it if I tell you, so I'm leaving you the photos," said Massimo, my most trusted man. I took the folder from his hands, and inside were the movements of the man I was doing business with: Hiroshi Yagami. He played the role of the oyabun of the largest Asian mafia, one that had taken root in California during the diaspora of the Second World War. Like many others, including the Camorra itself that I currently led, they had claimed territory and established themselves until the place became their home.

I drank three or four glasses trying to relax and let go of what was happening. And that's when I saw him. when I realized that the animal stood up with her. It could only be a mistake, my eyes were deceiving me. it was not possible that such a disgrace could have happened right before my eyes, like a plane crashing in the middle of the woods, like a very ugly car accident! Damn, my heart raced. He stood smiling at me with a devilish face, raised the cup again, and Mirella looked at him with shining eyes, looking so delighted.

The limousine glided through the softly lit roads of Philadelphia, the quietness inside the car filled with excitement. Raul, head of the Mexican gang, leaned back, his gaze fixed on the city view outside the tinted windows. Sitting across from him, Mr. Nakamura the underboss of the Yakuza gang, and second in command to Kazuya Takeda the leader of the gang. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat.

LUCYA I walked to my bedroom then I reached for the laptop which Maximo gave me. There are lots of folders on the screen, I got confused of which one I should click on first. I saw a folder named, 'Records', I clicked on it. I got a list of names. I keep on scrolling down, and I got aware that all those peoples have been killed. Looking upon the other folders. I got Maximo's profile details in which has written in, he is a mafia godfather. I staggered, Maximo is a mafia godfather. He is the leader of this gang? I should talk to him...I didn't know he would be a murderer. I'm a little terrified for facing him since I knew his truth, but why he brought me here? I should find out what is his am

“I caught a glimpse of that intense conversation you had with Cade in the service hall during intermission. Is... is that what has you so shaken up tonight?” I let out a long, ragged sigh, staring at the moonlit water. “Yes and no,” I answer quietly, my throat tightening. I want to tell him about the blood. I want to tell him about the knife and the shadow of Scarfo, but the mafia code of silence is a physical noose around my neck. I don't know who I’m allowed to trust anymore.

I snap, utterly annoyed and frustrated. "We don't know, boss. The cameras aren't showing anything." He explains, furiously furrowing his eyebrows. "Someone hacked us, it'll take a couple of days to get the footage back." Fuck. My. Life.

I had no appetite at all. "This is Japanese A5 Wagyu, flown in this morning." Sofia picked up her knife and fork with elegant precision. That familiar contempt was still in her eyes. "Medium rare. It's Brode's favorite. I hope you can handle it, Ms. Evelyn. Oh, right. I forgot. Someone of your background probably doesn't get many chances to eat something like this." Her voice was pure acid. It sliced right into me. I took a breath and told myself not to take the bait. Don't let her get to you.

They stalked the halls, cleared the rooms, and gunned down anyone who dared stand in their way. Finally, they reached the heart of the mansion: Lorenzo's throne room. The rival mafia boss sat on his throne, a scowl on his face. Rafael and Alexander aimed their guns at Lorenzo. "It's over," Rafael said, his voice cold and deadly. Lorenzo sneered, his eyes calm; he was not afraid. With a nod, Rafael gave the signal, and his men moved forward, surrounding Lorenzo. The rival boss was captured, and his reign of terror ended.