Mha Yakuza Novels & Stories

“Between you and him, I’m starting to think you’re the bigger problem.” Kai smiled. “I might not be the bigger psycho. But I definitely want to teach him a lesson.” “Oh God,” Martin muttered. “This sounds like the start of a very bad love story.” Kai turned to him. “Actually, I need your help.” Martin groaned. “No.” “Tell me about the tattoo,” Kai said. “The Yakuza one.” Martin stiffened. Kai watched him carefully. “From what I know, they’re the Japanese mafia. But that’s the surface version. What are they really?”

Until he reached near the end: Marco DeSanti – Shared Sky (Sun and Moon) Symbol: Shattered Wheel Status: Claimed Alessandro felt a lump in his throat. He had taken Marco’s life. In the chapel, during the eclipse. It wasn’t merely punishment; it was part of something bigger—a ritual. He kept turning the pages. In transit Symbol: Withheld Event: Incomplete No name. No status. He flipped the page and hesitated. The last entry was sealed with wax, marked by a black seal that bore the same symbol the priestess had drawn in Marco’s blood.

DeLuca. Martin, “shut the fuck up,” he dismissed the waiter his eyes carefully observed Alessandro and realized that he was not an ordinary white guy. Alessandro looked wealthy, his punch was well-executed, indicating that he could fight, and…Martin immediately yelled,, “Lower your guns, you fucking fools.” When he finally noticed an important detail – a red rose peaking out from Alessandro’s collar. Everyone in the streets knew that the person with a red rose tattoo on their Adam’s apple was someone not to be messed with.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

Like my little sneaky wife, Ava. There's a brief pause on the other end of the call before Mikhail replied; "Understood, Pakhan." I hung up without another word, my mind already shifting back to the delicate balance I had to maintain. One wrong move and everything comes tumbling down. I would become a laughing stock to the many enemies I had.

" 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."

Miu frowned. “Well, you know my job.” I sighed, deciding to go with this story. To make it my fault, we are being hunted. I don’t want anyone to know Yūri was a Hatake, let alone the Kitsune. “Yea, you’re a cop. What about it?” Miu sighed. “Well, I recently initiated a raid on the yakuza clan resulting in even the boss getting taken in.” I sighed.

floor. It didn't take much time for Andrew to come into his mafia form.He pressed the button under his table and a table appeared from the floor ,containing all sorts of weapons. He immediately wore his Bullet proof jacket along with gear cloak shoulder holster with two pistols. He wore a thigh holster with CZ-75 . He put a blade in his shoes. In one hand he was holding AK -47 and in the other he was holding a pistol.Without further delay he moved towards the gun shots like the cheetah who is dying to kill his prey. His body held a strong power as he marched down the stairs killing his enemies who were coming in the way. Ethan was right behind him, covering him from the back.On the first fl

There was a ball in the middle of the Delphin company hall, a party of mafia associates, between clans, which was no limit to shame. Himawari Hinoya was a Chinese woman, just over 15 years old, although by the way, she was tall, beautiful, she dyed her hair red, had a sculptural body, she looked like a typical teenage slut, who ran away from home early to venture into the world of sex. Everyone there knew that she had no shame, even though she came from a rich family, she preferred to be supported by a man rather than work in the family company and restaurants between getting involved with the Yakuza, where her father was one of the bosses and leader of a gang.

I huff “NO WAY!” Chloe let out a deafening scream that made me quickly pull the phone far from my ear. “ YOU MET LUCA CROVETTO!” “That’s what he said” I replied surprisingly rubbing my chin “Since when did you know about Mr crovetto?” “I’ve read about him in the news, I know he is a big player in the global market, always making power moves, there were allegations against him one time that he might be involved in some sort of mafia activities !”