Novel & Cerita The Yakuza's Guide To Babysitting Characters

Jean chirped, immediately looping his arm with mine. “The Yakuza is actually real. That’s what I mean,” Angelo said with a mini shrug. “I know quite a few of them, actually, but we have different territories, so you don’t have to worry about them getting invited to the party. We don’t mix unless it’s absolutely necessary,” he finished with a calm smile. “Wait, wait,” Jean chirped, letting go of my hand and walking over to grab Angelo’s sleeve instead. “Do they use giant bread knives like in the movies and all that?” he asked, clinging onto Angelo’s arm.

Soma gave a weak smile to Kota, “You're right, he should be fine.” Not long after, the black sedan arrived in front of a big house, Kota opened the door for Soma, and together they entered the grand estate with guards roaming around the premises. For the werewolf society, this is one of the strongest fort, befitting elder Alpha, although in the human eyes, the place is for the secret organization, or what they call, a Yakuza. A mafia organization in Japan, where some of them have two sides in business, the legal and also illegal part.

I swat his hand away, clasp the bottle, and place it in front of me under the table so he doesn't have access to it. Even though he’s sitting still, his eyes are shifty and agitated. I’m ready to bet it’s because of whatever seed Pharaoah planted in his head back at the house. The door slides open again; this time, it's not the waitress. Kai walks in, followed by an old, short man who wears a pressed suit. Abe Hitori. The leader of the Yakuza branch in New York. Pharaoah and I stand in greeting, but Pakstan remains planted in place. He also uses the chance of my standing up to grab the bottle of vodka.

I was pushed forcefully and I landed on my knees, not to mention my hands were handcuffed. "Well well well, Who do we have here? Daddy's Lil girl who ran away?" The leader of the gang was vicariously abhorrent. I know him. No, not personally, but I've seen him, he's famous, just as their group is. The group... They're Yakuza. THE YAKUZA.

“I want everyone to know what happens when anyone betrays me… or tries to fuck with me.” “And what if he’s not working alone and shit goes south?” Antonio countered. “That’s what Ying and his men are there for.” “Ying? Who the fuck is Ying?” Antonio asked, hopping into his pants like a drunk flamingo. Idiot. “He’s part of the Yakuza… Chen lent me a few of his men… Yakuza affiliates.” Antonio paused mid-hop. “You asked Chen Yu for men? Since when—and why, Adrian?” I tossed him his shirt from where it hung off some weird goat… pig… hell, I don’t know what that statue was.

Nathan parked and went into the factory, Marcus parked at a distance from Nathan’s car as he followed him into the factory. Nathan entered the dimly lit factory, the air thick with tension. Kazuya, the Japanese gang leader, sat at a makeshift desk, flanked by his bodyguard Yuta. And his legion of Yakuza men. Yuta’s eyes were cold and calculating as he motioned for Nathan to sit. Kazuya on the other hand had a maniacal look on his face "Nathan, the man of the hour.” He said in an overzealous tone. “You're late," Kazuya said, his voice now in a low growl.

“You’re bold enough to yell at me and crazy enough to argue with me. That’s rare. And entertaining.” She crossed her arms, refusing to lose. “So you just want entertainment from your secretary?” “No,” he said flatly. “But if you’re going to babysit me—which is basically what secretaries do—I need someone who won’t faint every time I raise my voice.” She almost laughed. Babysit? Really? “Babysit you? Sir, last time I checked, taking care of you is not part of the job description.” Their eyes locked. Lukas, cold and arrogant. Shaina, brave but playful. Neither wanted to back down.

They're twin brothers who have nothing in common, they're popularly known as The Bruno brothers. The Falcons is the largest mafia empire in Mexico, ferocious and home of brutes. It's rare to see two bosses bossing over an empire but theirs is exceptional, along with their underground business, Jayden takes care of their family company in Italy. They fight daily, in fact almost every minute, but they make up as soon as they fight. Jayden is the gentle tiger while Jaden is the hotheaded lion. They're both different, but they love each other still.

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

" 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."