Novel & Cerita Yakuza Fiance Shouma

His eyes widened. “Her father owed me money,” he continued quickly. “I threatened to involve the police, and then…” he paused, like he was trying to check how much he could reveal. My men played with his daggers again. “And then?” His hands started shaking. “The woman… the wife… she was the one who suggested it, she said the girl was available, and she could settle part of what he owed… I swear I didn’t plan it.” I tightened my jaw… so Mia was used to settling debt in her family?

Well, well… this changes everything. I stood at my office window overlooking Manhattan’s magnificent skyline, like a predator examining his territory. Except that it wasn’t completely mine yet. Not until Alexander was out of the way. My phone buzzed. Without looking, I responded. “Speak.” “The Yakuza want their balance by month’s end,” came the chilly voice of Kenji, my contact in Tokyo. “Or they’ll take what you love most.” I clinched my teeth, squeezing the phone closer. “I said I’d have it.”

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

"What the hell are you talking about?" "The fact that I discovered, or rather, of the great possibility, although I still have no solid evidence that connects it directly to the facts," I remarked the last sentence very forcefully, "that my father-in-law, the Yakuza as such, has been doing business with the corrupt clan of the camorra in such a way that history takes complete turns involving even the Chechens themselves. According to my informant, the Yakuza is the most benefited from the route and, although the evidence is not entirely conclusive, the suspicion is valid. "You have to be lying to me, Hiroshi Yagami is the most upright man I know, he agrees that they are solid and when he all

"I mean it. I would never do that to you if I was in my right mind. But, Hazel... there's something you need to know about...Anya" Hazel stiffened. She was definitely not a fan of the tortured look in Yuka's eyes in this moment. "What is it?" She dared to ask, her gaze locked with his tired ones. "Anya is.....my fiancee"

When Lilith, the woman my fiancé Andrew had never gotten over, was kidnapped and used as leverage by a rival family during a critical transfer of power, I urged him to put the Family first and wait until our internal affairs were stable before rescuing her. By the time he became Don and went after her, Lilith's body had already been dumped in the wilderness. She had died horribly. Andrew never blamed me. If anything, he treated me better than ever and refused to let anyone defy me. Later, after seizing control of both families, he slaughtered my people. His first act was to deliver me to the rival family bound to mine by a blood feud. He stood by while they tortured me to death. He stood ove

It was like his second home. “Spill” Sakura said, popping her bubble gum. Fujirawa Sakura is a fair-skinned cutie who had a strange obsession with the colour pink. She has long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and an amazing figure. Her future ambition is to be a model which everyone thinks will be absolutely possible. She used to have a crush on me and we slept together once when we were both drunk. It’s something I’ll always regret. She wanted us to get together but I told her we could only be friends. Nothing more. Toshiro made a gesture for us to all move closer which we did. He then whispered, brown eyes twinkling; “I found out that Hina is two weeks pregnant and Ren is the father”

Lucas thought his life was perfect. He had almost everything. Everything was complete, and he couldn't complain about his life. But that changed when his grandfather passed away. For the first time, he faced a problem that might ruin his life entirely. Willy, Lucas's friend, asked if he agreed with his idea. Lucas was at Willy's apartment, sitting on the balcony, enjoying the breathtaking view of the night. "What else can she do besides agreeing? She no longer needs to work as a prostitute, and I will give her a lot of money. She only needs to be my wife for a few months, and everything will be over." Lucas was desperate, thinking that there was only a dead-end for his problem. For the first

She spat and Enzo punched her with his brass knuckles and she cried out as blood dripped down her broken nose. "Fucking racist" Enzo glared. "I know why she hates me, I will take that you weren't smart enough to scam anyone from country? The Yakuza are ruthless and will smell your bullshit from afar, they aren't ruled by their dick, unlike the men you've met. You are not even attractive" Yumi clicked her tongue. "Agreed," Enzo and I said simultaneously. "We will give you some time to reflect on life and if my wife isn't here in twenty minutes then forget about your worthless life" I declared.