Romans & histoires Mha Yakuza

She's just too hard headed. I stuffed my face in the pillow when the girl in the movie was murdered. I don't even know wich girl it is. I don't even understand this movie. Camilla was laughing at me as I hid behind a pillow. Nauseousness washed over me and I felt my breakfast come up. I jumped up and sprinted to the bathroom, Camilla running after me asking what's wrong. As I puked out my breakfast she held my hair up and stroked my back. 'Gracie?' She asked. 'Have you eaten something weird this morning?'

I knew he was thinking about my mentioning to him about something that was stolen. I chuckled. “I inquired about the same thing, fratello mio.” He frowned inquisitively at me. “Lo and behold, this man here is called Link, the hacker himself, the one who redirected the vessel’s destination and pulled it out of our radar.” His frown deepened. “A man like him wouldn’t dare solely steal from a renowned mafia, don’t you think?” “Let me guess…” He said, already getting the idea of the turn of events after the hint of my phone call.

I didn't blink. He let out a short, cold laugh—a sound completely devoid of warmth. “Confident and feisty. I like that. Though it’s no excuse for being incompetent.” He picked up my resume with two fingers as if it were contaminated. “Amara Marquez from... Antique? What makes you think I’d believe a provincial girl could be the best hacker for a prestigious company like mine?” I blinked. Hacker? How did he know that? “So tell me, Amara... what can you—”

Nakamura nodded toward the main house, and the mansion seemed to absorb us as we passed through its doors. The interior hadn't changed since the last time I'd been here. Minimalist furniture arranged with mathematical precision. Screens painted with mountains and water in that particular style the Japanese loved. But underneath the aesthetic, I could feel the weight of the organization: the yakuza was old blood, older than the Bratva, older than most things that killed for money. They had a code that we respected, even when we were pointing guns at each other's heads. "This way," Nakamura said, and his men flanked us as we moved deeper into the compound.

Not after seeing the crew of doctors lurking around in their white coats and others in scrubs. I look out only to find myself on the helipad of a superyacht. Oh my God this yacht is huge. A large teal deck and white hull stretch across multiple levels. This can only be called a yacht in the way the Alhambra is a house. The sea stretches before us. My guard lowers for a second. The deep stretch of blue reflecting the spark of stars in the overhead large sky. It is such a beautiful sight. I did not realize I said that aloud until he says, “Glad you like it,” as he takes my hand and ushers me onto the solid deck.

Mary drags me to sit down , shushing me and looking around to make sure no one heard. “ Are you crazy? Do you want to get killed?” “No!” I screamed. Her hands covered my mouth again . This is all new to me , a world where people killed other people without any consequences. I know this isn’t the first time it’s happening since everyone in the mansion is acting like nothing happened. “ When you got this job , you signed a contract didn’t you” I nodded my head . Mrs Adams gave me some stacks of papers to sign . I couldn’t read through all the boring paperwork but I definitely caught the paragraph that highlighted my pay as a maid in the Adams home.

“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?”