Yakuza Bed Novels & Stories

he muttered, knowing something. We halted slowly. I knew I had to pull my hoodie up. "I had a patient come up from one of those people. They belong to the Jade Cross. Kinda like...Yakuzas." Said Dr. Rayleigh. "What's a...Yakuza." "I really can't say much, but they're bad guys. And we need to leave." Dr. Rayleigh was rushing me for some reason. "Doctor, we've come this far. Let's take a photo at least," I whispered, slightly resisting as he tried to drag me away.

This made my breath hitch and my stomach clench. So, I stood and dropped the toy on my bed and undressed. I left my clothes on the floor where they fell and pulled back my cotton sheets. I lay down for a moment, running my hands over my body. Jace wasn't there with me but only in my mind, so I worked with that. He was built like an Adonis statue. I couldn't get the image of those broad shoulders, eight-packs, chiseled pecs, biceps, and the 'v' that disappeared into his boxer briefs away from my mind.

They exchanged a few more words, and Bella was soon on her way. * * * Kyouka’s car was parked outside the temple, the windows rolled down, and the Yakuza leader was smoking his second cigar. He tossed the half-finished cancer stick out of the window when Bella slid into the seat next to him. “How did it go?” he asked, anticipation in his voice.

She just goes back to the dishes, though I catch the curious glances she still throws my way. The night goes on. My parents decide to turn in early, claiming they’re tired from the trip. I prepare the guest room carefully, fluff pillows, set blankets, and say long goodnights. In the hall, I find Dante waiting, calm as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. I hand him a blanket. “Here. The sofa’s comfortable. Good night.” He arches a brow, amused. “You’re not going to let me sleep in your bed?”

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

I gasp, instinct taking over as I scramble backward, my hand blindly fumbling over the nightstand, knocking into a glass of water before finally finding the lamp switch. Click. The bedside lamp comes on, flooding the room with a warm, golden glow. My breath catches. It's Marco. He sits casually on the edge of my mattress as though he owns the room. Technically he does. His suit jacket is gone, along with his tie, leaving him in just his white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, exposing strong, vein-lined muscles. A few top buttons are undone, and his dark hair is slightly tousled, as though he'd been running his fingers through it for hours, making him look even more dangerous. Mo

I say, and he smiles and nods his head. “Come Cass. Show me why you are called the Onryo. Keomi, take her to change and give her a naked blade.” He says and I just stare at him in shock. What? He wants to spar with me? Using a naked blade? He is the head of the Yakuza, and me well, I’m a little Italian girl who loves to play with Katanas. “Too scared?” He asks before making the sound of a chicken. I look at my team and family and they are all laughing as he struts around, acting like a chicken.

The sight was gory, with their guts spilling out and eyeballs missing. "You mean it's not the Lucianos?" Someone asked Wade. "Cameras caught a glimpse of one of them. Kurayami Tachibana. The Yakuza. He's an assassin as far as the rumors say," "Shit, an assassin? He doesn't even bother to hide in the dark. What kind of assassin is this?" Mark skimmed through the files. It was obvious that everyone was scared to take on an assassin. Not to mention that he was one of the top.

I sighed. I put my shades and cap on before jumping down from the rooftop. I look from left to right before crossing the other street. The guards welcomed me. His men are lined up outside too. Fumihara Shiro, is one of our trusted partners BEFORE. He rules the biggest Yakuza Organization here in Japan and pledged to be our associate. He's our best trade partner of weapons, but little did we know he's stabbing us from the back. Tsk. "Excuse me." A waiter paused and looked at me. He smiled and approach me.

"At the abandoned warehouse on Fourth Street. My source says he's about to close a drug deal with Yoshiro-Nagama." Michael turned away, as Pedro went on with the details. Yoshiro was the new Oyabun of a century-old Yakuza, controlling the inflow and outflow of drugs and weapons in Asia. As a result of his greedy quest for power, Yoshiro deposed his own father, Hatake Nagama, killing him and his trustees in cold blood, to assume the post of Oyabun.