Mha Yakuza Novels & Stories

"I got into a little trouble, but I am currently fixing it, Mama." "He is not something you could fix yourself. All you need to do is go home alive. Don't waste your precious time. Such a simple task, Misaki. Let me do the rest." Without the scolding and questions, it seemed like her mother already knew a part of the story, or maybe she already knew everything. "He won't kill me, Mama. You know he can't. Let me handle my troubles by myself," She said before ending the call, realizing that she had to fix her problem immediately.

HIRAYA I entered the Palacio Underground as if nothing had happened. "Athena, everyone is already inside. The others are also starting to eat and talk. I also heard someone asking what this party is for." Eros said. "The heir of Yakezi approached me earlier. Yasero Yakezi. A famous japanese gangster and number one Merciless gangster in Kyoto Japan. He asked me what the party was for, I said I don't know either. He just nodded but accompanied I was the first to leave. " He added.

In the rear, Jiro Akano, who thrived on chaos, yelled, “Big Brother, hack this swine from the great Country H, and let him know that we, Islanders, are the noblest race in the world.” Ryo Akano nodded slightly. He then squinted and said, “Mixed Martial Arts Champion from the great Country H? I like this title. “To be honest, in the great Country H, apart from the legendary Chief Instructor who was intimidating, I don’t really care about anyone else, I…” Just when Ryo Akano was talking halfway, he was suddenly taken aback for a while, and looked toward the direction of the deck with a look of disbelief. He saw Harvey York, who was calmly standing in the middle.

At this moment, Hiroshi felt that his worldview had been turned upside down. It was such a shocking revelation to him that the famous sixth leader of the yakuza had died at the hands of a Ninjutsu master. However, he dared not doubt Yahiko’s words because he knew Yahiko’s character very well. The man would never say anything he wasn’t sure of. If he said something, it must be that he had some special sources to make sure that it was indeed the truth.

He nods slightly, and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “I have an idea,” he says, but I don’t buy it. Not for a second. I take a deep breath and lay it out for him. “Jace is a mafia leader. To put it bluntly.” Will chuckles, but it’s not a laugh—it's disbelief, like he thinks I’m joking. He looks between us, his eyes scanning the room like he’s trying to read a punchline. “Your joking,” he says, shaking his head. “And how do you know this?”

So Nelly is having a good time. Celine gets slapped in the face by Nelly, and her sick face flushes red, Celine's eyes are filled with hatred, and she won't let Nelly get what she wants, Celine gets up, she takes a dagger out of her pocket, and walks towards Nelly's side.

she thundered, unwilling to be silenced this time when I tried to kiss the words away. Kumicho. That was right. I was a fucking yakuza boss now. Japan's answer to mafia kings, kumicho was the boss of bosses in the Yakuza. She'd never be safe in my arms ever again. "Fuck. Damn, you feel good. Everything hurts but you feel so fucking good," I ranted. "Coming," she let that one little word out into the room, then howled like I was killing her.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

The next morning came, and as usual, Hajime is not at home again, but Lazarus decided to wake up early before he can even leave. Lazarus secretly follows Hajime on his way to this "hideout" he mentioned last night. As soon as they reach their destination, Lazarus peeks through the gaps between the metal railings surrounding the area. Inside the vicinity, there are bikes everywhere, a familiar uniform on each member, and they're a set of gangs. It's looks like a yakuza hideout. Lazarus saw Hajime wearing a uniform with a symbol on it, and his eyes widened.

I looked over her shoulder at the mansion. She laughed, "You're beautiful. I know you can bring everyone down to his knees. But... The international Boss! Duante Rego," Her gaze turned dreamy, "You're his wife." "Bred is part of this world?" I asked. She nodded, "Bred is an honest businessman. Mr Rego gave us an opportunity to do something big. It's legal." She smiled. "Nothing illegal?" I asked. She looked at me as if trying to understand, "They're mafia. Legal illegal... It does matter."