Yakuza Bed Novels & Stories

“I see...” I looked around and realized that the luxury I had once known paled in comparison to what I was observing. The bed was a spectacle with impressive carvings in the wood, as well as some posts and finishes in the bedroom that reminded me of my small room at university. The difference between the two worlds was striking. “In a moment, they will bring you something to eat,” Alessio said, and I looked at him. “Why isn't my father or one of my brothers here? I don't know much about Yakuza culture, but I do know a bit about common sense: you can't be alone with me.”

A few short moments later, there was the sound of several gunshots and screams, and all was then quiet. Find your way out of your cage. And if you can’t find an exit, make one. ‘Easy for you to say.’ Ren thought to himself. [1] Yakuza: Yakuza is also known as gokudo, and they are members of traditional organised criminal syndicates in Japan

He spoke in an emotionless tone making Summer go quite. "Fine. I am forgiving you." She held the strips of her bag. "But you have to buy me lunch today and I not not letting you go easily." She told him making him smile. He nodded. "I will buy you whatever you want to eat." "Okay then... let's go." She started walking while this time he was walking beside her matching their foot steps. "Alex won't bully you now. Do you have that tattoo? Where is it on your body?" Every Yakuza member would get a tattoo either on neck or shoulder or hand to indicate their organization. The tattoo were different for every rank and as he was the next in line, his tattoo was just like his father.

In that country, tattoos were still strongly associated with Yakuza culture. "No, but you really look like one." Akiko turned away, pretending to look out the window, because an unexpected image of Kenji's body flashed through her mind, making her feel embarrassed. Though it was only a fleeting memory, she knew his body was clean. Had his wound not caused him more pain, Kenji might have laughed. "You're allowed to assume that, but no, I'm not a Yakuza like the ones you see in movies," Kenji said.

“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?”

But he’s not amusing at all. Was it the Japanese mafia? Yakuza activity in the United States is mostly restricted to Hawaii, but they have made their presence known in other parts of the country, especially in Los Angeles and the San Francisco Bay Area, as well as Seattle, Las Vegas, Arizona, Virginia, Chicago, and New York City. In New York City, they appear to collect finder's fees from Russian, Irish and Italian gang members and businessmen for guiding Japanese tourists to gambling establishments, both legal and illegal.

He never gave her much of a tour, he'd just asked her to wait downstairs each time. Ashleigh walked down the hall and walked into a bedroom. It looked like a typical boy's bedroom. Blue paint coating the walls, posters of cartoons and hockey celebs covered the paint, a green chest of toys and beside it an extra large box of Lego. In the centre of the room, a single bed, small in size, covered in Ben 10 sheets. She smiled to herself. "No wonder why he never lets me up here," she told herself. She went to the wardrobe and opened its doors. Inside were old clothing and at the bottom a box. She pulled out the box and sat on the floor beside it. She opened the box and saw a DVD cover.

“If Father needs my help, the sky would have to come down for that to happen, he's proud of what he has.” “I’m just as surprised as you,” Luca replied with a shrug. “But he gave strict orders that you show up immediately. It might be worse than the case.” My jaw tightened. “What could be worse than the crates?” “Maybe an unavoidable war between the Yakuza's and the Russians,” he answered. I let out a dry breath. “I’ve thought about that. If the Russians attack, the Yakuza's will strike back twice as hard… and they won’t leave anyone alive.”

His lips are set in a grim line when he looks at Robert, who flinches under Aiko’s gaze. Aiko dips his hand into his pocket and brings out a card. One that he stretches over to Taylor while still looking at me. “Perhaps, you might want to give us a call should you want to do business. You know what we, the Yakuza, have to offer. It will be very beneficial.” I have no doubt that it will. I nod once, and Taylor gets the memo, immediately pocketing the card. Aiko dips his head and leaves together with his men, and immediately they shut the door behind them, I turn to Robert.

After Adira had left the office, Iason and I stayed behind to discuss business. It was time to destabilize the Yakuza as best we could—especially given their apparent ties to the Bratva. “One of the Yakuza’s biggest sources of income is the Shinjuku casino,” I began, tracing a path on the map my father left me, the tip of my pen gliding along the paper. “Taking it down won’t be difficult. Their security is loose, and the lieutenant in charge already has a penchant for skimming from his boss.”