The Yakuza's Mute Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Chill, don. Just stating the obvious—you’ve got the most stunning woman here with you." I noticed a brief flash of pride in Riccardo's eyes before he quickly masked it with his usual icy demeanor. But then, one man crossed the line. A tall stranger in a silver mask stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over me as if I were a trophy. "Signora De Lucca," he said smoothly. "I must say, your beauty outshines even the finest art in this room. De Lucca made a wise choice in marrying you instead of Madeline two years ago."

Her perfectly manicured hand was moving between his legs while her mouth worked against his neck, leaving lipstick marks like she was marking her territory. Diro's head was thrown back against the leather seat, his eyes closed in pleasure, his hands tangled in Faye's blonde hair as soft sounds escaped his lips. They were so lost in what they were doing that they didn't notice the two women approaching until Vanya's voice cut through the air like a knife. "Aren't you married to Beverly?"

The bride with ash coloured hair spitted her enmity in her words. The bride in blonde stood up to face Akshara, she have to lift her head to face the blonde bride since she was taller than Akshara. The blonde bride caught Akshara’s throat with her bare hands and applied some pressure on her throat to crush it. Akshara choked and screamed in pain felt in her throat. Indigo feared the activation of Akshara’s amulet, she begged the blonde bride to Akshara’s life. Nora slapped Indigo in her cheeks which changed their initial colour to reddish, “You unloyal maid, you beg for her life?”

I don't even know who she is anymore I've literally been sitting in one of my empty cells covered in blood that's not even mine. We kind of had an attack yesterday but luckily none of my men got hurt. You see I never let Bella see the ugly side of my work because it's not pretty "Boss" looking up I see one of my newest recruits, Nina Takahashi. She was the top shooter at her father's Yakuza but then he decided to marry her off to Xavier or me but we both declined and told her that she could just stay with us or do whatever she wanted just to keep peace with her and her father. The last thing I need is for the Yakuza to side with the Sicilians right now. I already lost the treaty with the Spa

"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."

He asked, uncomfortable in the silence he'd initiated. I chuckled internally, taking my sweet time patting the sides of my lips with a napkin before I replied. "About the wellbeing of the brotherhood." He arched a brow at me, a permanent scowl etched on his face. "Really?" "Yes." "How does a mute serve a purpose to us? I heard about your first proposal from Viktor. We could have ruled the Italians." "At what cost? We would have had to constantly look over our shoulders for when they'd strike in retaliation. That's not a smart business move. I'd rather spend more time expanding the empire than planning security details to ward off their attacks."

Pain meant nothing without patience. The boy coughed blood and tried to lift his swollen face toward her. “Donna Gianna… per favore… I didn’t steal anything. I swear on…” She raised a hand to her lips, and silence immediately descended on the entire warehouse. She didn't need to do more than that to get their attention…Even half conscious, or drowning in terror, they always understood that gesture.

Because without warning, Ryōta was on the ground, and standing over him carrying a sheathed katana was Yūri. Holy Fuck! Maybe those Yakuza stories she tells Forrest aren’t just tall tales. “RYOTA, YOU WILL NOT LAY A FINGER ON THESE BOYS!” she shouted like a little avenging angel as she glared down at her son-in-law. Everyone was frozen in place. All our eyes were on the scene before us. Yūri slowly unsheathed her katana, the afternoon sun reflecting off the steel.

I had a firm grip on the girl's hand. "Don't go!!!" I screamed as I held her hands in mine. "Don't worry, Mr., you'll be OK!!" she assured me. Because of the wound on my head, I couldn't hear her clearly. She let go of my hand and walked away; as she walked away, I noticed a birthmark on her back in the shape of a butterfly, which was visible because she was wearing a backless garment. It's unusual to have a birthmark like that. I was startled awake by a voice.

Her reaction to my words was as if she had been stabbed. "Doesn't your daughter have any idea how the Yakuza operates?" I asked Hiroshi incredulously. "Don't get involved in this..." the man retorted defiantly. I shook my head, crossed my arms, and cut him off with an icy stare. "She agreed to be my wife, my woman, interamente mia, so I have every right in the world to ask, to know how ignorant she is of her origins," I replied sternly.