Yakuza Fiance Shouma の小説・ストーリー

(Sato Akiko, what do you want from me after all these years? - You know I'm Americanized. Now, I'm Akiko Sato. - Forget your weird ways. I don't have time to waste. – the Yakuza answers . - Jeez, always the same. Okay, I'll cut to the chase. I needed you to "lend" me your men in New York. I'm in the big apple. The Yakuza laughs. - Akiko, who do you think you are? You were always very snobbish. You should be more humble, as a good girl have to be.

I'd like to believe that he wouldn't think of me in that manner as long as he had other women to screw. "If I understand properly, it's just six months till your wedding," the store owner chimed in. She was the only one who seemed to be happy. It should come as no surprise that she would be quite wealthy now. The ultimate marriage between the Chicago and New York mafias was expected to be a grand occasion. Money wasn't important.

Anna pov I don't know why I said yes to marriage when Damon asked me. Damon Fratello is the leader of Cosa Nostra and my cousin. He is the strongest capo I have ever seen. When he asked if I would marry Alex Ricco, the brother of Bratava Capo Dante I said yes. I was already 20 and I knew that if I waited more than this I don't think I am ever gonna get married and leave here. Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age.

I can't be patient any longer because Fajar Sugiono has crossed the line, he tried to deceive the Young Master, Fajar sent a cheap woman to replace the Young Mistress and the woman assumed the identity of the Young Mistress and claimed not to be married, she continues to seduce me now, I feel like want to hitting face of that woman if possible } {Young Master must see by yourself, I'm sure Young Master will be angry if you sees all this} Yusa immediately hung up his cell phone, "I'm going out to meet my father-in-law."

KIARA POV “Except whom,Kiara?” Xander asked. “Except Jake Don.” I said with a sign of annoyance. “Jake Don, you mean Marssel Don son, the future leader of the Don syndicate?” Lilly asked. “Yes, that Jake Don.” I responded. “But the Don's are an Italian Mafia, and they would not dare try such a thing in London,” Xander stated. “Well if the rumors I heard about Jake are right, this is something he can definitely do, there are rumors saying he is a crazy guy who isn't concerned with the repercussions of the thing he does,” Daniel said.

Jean chirped, immediately looping his arm with mine. “The Yakuza is actually real. That’s what I mean,” Angelo said with a mini shrug. “I know quite a few of them, actually, but we have different territories, so you don’t have to worry about them getting invited to the party. We don’t mix unless it’s absolutely necessary,” he finished with a calm smile. “Wait, wait,” Jean chirped, letting go of my hand and walking over to grab Angelo’s sleeve instead. “Do they use giant bread knives like in the movies and all that?” he asked, clinging onto Angelo’s arm.

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

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. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

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.”