Yakuza Books Novels & Stories

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

He kept his image in check because of his position as my advisor, the consigliere of the Vitale Empire, which was the second-most important position in Cosa Nostra. “Got into another fight?” I asked. He followed my gaze to his sleeves and shook his head. “A fucking torture romp. My morning started with two street racers crawling up my ass near the Arena. Plus, I didn’t get any sleep, so you can imagine my annoyance.” He strode toward the sink near the sidebar in the living room. “Turns out they weren’t just any racers.” I arched a brow. “Yakuza.” “Those Japanese motherfuckers,” I gritted, reaching the glass table centring the living room.

“From what I know, they’re the Japanese mafia. But that’s the surface version. What are they really?” Martin hesitated, then said quietly, “You don’t ask questions like that unless you’re ready to get involved.” Kai smiled, slow and dangerous. “Good. Because I think I already am.” Martin didn’t answer immediately. That alone told Kai this wasn’t going to be something casual. Martin always had an answer. Too fast, too careful, too practiced. Silence meant danger. “You’re asking about the Yakuza,” Martin finally said, eyes fixed on the road. “Not the version from movies. The real one.”

“Here you go,” Niko says holding out an old brown book. Like the mafia rules, there’s nothing written on it, no title, or author's name. not even an abstract design. Just a plain book. At least this one seems to be just an old journal not like the other one Niko described to be bound in human flesh, yuck. The original Mafia rules, not the copy I read but still. I still sniff at it a little. Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin.

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Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

added the Yakuza called Hito, a man who struggled with languages and couldn't process English very well. "It's not necessary; there's just a little bit left..." I arranged the books to place them on the final shelves while Kendra closed the system. Since these new copies had already been cataloged, I just walked to the end to put them on the large shelf, picking up the books one by one with patience. When I had my arm extended to place a book, I felt a body approach me from behind, taking the book from me to put it where he wanted. "That's better there," the man said, and I turned to look at him.

A man in a brown suit came and said, “Mr.Yukioshi, have you finished writing the book? Because you have to finish it by afternoon and after that; sorry to say but you will be executed.” In a grumpy voice Mr.Yukioshi replied, “You will have it before that. I’m almost finished.” Then the afternoon came, the sky was full of golden rays of the sun and during that time Mr. Yukioshi was being taken to be executed. But before that he met that publisher, handed over the book and pronounced his last words, “Hey you, publisher, I’ve a last word. Before you publish that book make sure that Ms. Rafa Jennifer gets to read this book first. I don’t ask anything of you.”

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.

THE YAKUZA. Yakuza also known as gokudō are members of transnational organized crime syndicates originating in Japan. The Japanese police and media by request of the police, calls them bōryokudan "violent groups" while the yakuza call themselves ninkyō dantai "chivalrous organizations" The English equivalent for the term yakuza is gangster, meaning an individual involved in a Mafia-like criminal organization. The yakuza are known for their strict codes of conduct, their organized fiefdom nature and several unconventional ritual practices such as yubitsume or amputation of the left little finger.