Mha Yakuza Novels & Stories

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.

***** ~Time skips After 5 minutes, a black Maserati halted in front of me. I saw Henry waving at me making me chuckle at his childishness. "Get in, let's go" He unlocked the door. I got inside. "When did you came? And who's car is this?" I asked him while putting on the seatbelt. "First answer- Around 7. Second answer- This car belongs to the Miller Co. but I got a call from your overprotective husband. He had ordered me to be your chauffeur. So, I will be the one driving you to the venue"

I sighed. I put my shades and cap on before jumping down from the rooftop. I look from left to right before crossing the other street. The guards welcomed me. His men are lined up outside too. Fumihara Shiro, is one of our trusted partners BEFORE. He rules the biggest Yakuza Organization here in Japan and pledged to be our associate. He's our best trade partner of weapons, but little did we know he's stabbing us from the back. Tsk. "Excuse me." A waiter paused and looked at me. He smiled and approach me.

“You can say it.” “Yes, that,” A chill went through my spine. “And what does it stand for again?” I had never heard of them before. “Mafia Intelligence and Security Agency, it’s quite the name, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I swallowed my throat. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it wasn’t looking good. From all the organizations it could’ve been, it had to be one specifically built to, what I assume, take down the Mafia. "I came to visit because I want to know what I’m getting into," I lied, giving her the saddest look I possibly could. I could see Jessica’s hesitation kicking in.

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

Now, before you make your final mistake of this meeting, think about what I've told you," I advised him. He dissected my words and body posture with the skills of a professional cop. "I would like to talk to your ninja – Ms. Miyako Yuki," he requested. Miyako had a last name and it meant – Snow. Game of Thrones? "Yes?" Miyako responded. I gulped. Vincent nearly leapt away in surprise. "You ARE a ninja," he croaked. Miyako looked up at me, gave me a wickedly little grin then shared it with Vincent. "I confess to nothing," she beamed. "Ms. Yuki, last night at approximately 8:30 pm Tokyo time, a series of violent criminal actions happened in five of Japanese largest cities," Vincent told her.