The Yakuza's Mute Bride の小説・ストーリー

Even if Imade doubted she was giving off any of those vibes. The driver arrived at exactly five pm just like he had said and by that time, Imade knew there was no going back anymore. She had to go in head strong now and watch fate play out itself. During the ride, the driver didn’t say a word to her, he only acknowledged her greetings with a nod and she had no idea if he was mute or not. Maybe working with Romero made him like that or if the man himself was a silent person. She tried to stop trying to come up with facts about the man and she tried to channel all her nervousness into twisting her index ring. It was a thing she did when she gets nervous but now, she was a train wreck of nervou

"Zolotov...It's good to see you." The Yakuza heir greeted, earning a simple, indecipherable nod from my husband before his gaze turned to my own. "I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting. I am Keisuke Satarou, Vittoria's betrothed. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Understood. I knew how the mafia worked. I understood the blood and silence it demanded. But Alexandro would never love a woman like me. He wanted someone soft. Naive. Someone who didn’t know how to handle a gun or hide a body. Someone who didn’t see violence as a language. He wanted peace. A woman untouched by the darkness he lived in. And so, that day, as I watched him from the balcony above the meeting hall, I made a decision. If Alexandro wanted a woman outside the mafia… then that’s who I would become.

“Please, I just need some time. I’m only 18. his voice low and dangerous. “You should have said you wanted me to undress you myself... and I don’t mind doing that.” she froze…it was her first time hearing his voice, she might have subconsciously etched in her heart that he was mute, but before she could process his voice and the words, he had dragged her towards himself by her waist and crashed his lips against hers.

he said while motioning for me to follow him, “we’ll have to test your skills again before you officially return to racing.” I nodded immediately while signing back. “That’s okay.” As we walked deeper into the station together, several people slowly started noticing me. Whispers immediately spread around the area while curious eyes followed me openly. “Wait… is that really her?” “No way.” “The mute legend actually came back?” I ignored the attention the best I could, but before Nico and I could move farther, someone suddenly stepped directly into our path. A tall woman with a dangerously confident aura folded her arms across her chest while staring directly at me. She wore a cropped racing j

“She belongs to every man in this room. Use her. Test her limits. Make her scream for the syndicate.” I looked up at them with needy eyes, my voice already breathy. “Please… honored captains… fuck your foreign pet. Stretch every hole. Fill me until I’m dripping with yakuza cum. I need all of you right now.” The first captain, a stern man named Hiroshi with intricate tattoos covering his arms, stood and walked over. He grabbed my hair and yanked my mouth onto his thick cock without a word. “Suck it properly, gaijin whore,” he growled, thrusting deep into my throat.

He dropped on one knee and lifted my chin. “Fucking hell,” he whistled, “we caught a pretty one today.” He paused, his brows furrowing into a frown. “Wait a minute… Why do you look familiar?” “Boss,” someone's distorted voice came from behind, “I forgot to mention. She's the Mafia bride.” “What do you mean?” Uneasy silence hung in the air. “The Draven bride, boss.” The silence lasted longer this time, and the boss's hand fell away from my face. “Why the hell are you just telling me this?”

Rai’s POV She tried to push me back with her tiny hands on my chest, but I didn’t budge. “How did you make the Braciole, Reina?” I asked, still crowding her space. Her lips quivered as she raised her hands to sign to me. Shit. I had forgotten. She couldn’t speak. I watched her with a fascinated look as she moved her fingers, speaking to me in the only way she could. When she was done, she looked at me like I had understood, but I only stared at her.