Yakuza Fiance Shouma Novels & Stories

Tom gave Dave ‘I- already -told -you- look’. **** In Anthony’s home “If you help me trace them, I promise to get your mom back from his clutches and send you very far away from here where not even his shadow can trace you.” Anthony said in a mafia leader’s tone. It was purely business. There is no place for emotions and sentiments. The only person he is concerned about is his fiance and her life.

“He won't, you're too good.” He's right, I am. But this is Enzo Valenti, he is too thorough, too smart, strategic, and altogether murderous. Hey, I guess we have that last one in common. “What happens to the original bride?” “She will not bring bastard children into this world. The Yakuza demon used her to get to Valenti and now she's damaged goods, he doesn't want her.” Ouch. That must hurt, Sofia is too soft for that and I just might have to pay that man a visit.

– The Yakuza, he said, getting out of there, heading for the door, turning around, pulling the man with him, the Yakuza made his way to the door, closing behind him. He had his one hour of wild, zombie sex on his lame horse, in which he screamed like a man taken to seventh heaven. - It's good fun. - The Yakuza said. Sometime later, when the man rested, he got up with his filly still wet, dirty, and slimy, even for a zombie who did nothing but scream. Both took a shower, with the man washing her, he was half an hour later, with his best suit, leaving the door, where they both turned around.

However I can't deny that I am a bit curious to hear whatever outlandish tale he intends to spin. Something glinted in his eyes like he somehow knew what she was thinking, like he could see into her soul. But that couldn't be possible. We are just meeting for the first time. He couldn't have me figured out just like that. “I can see you are in dire need of a place to stay. I am willing to provide you with good accommodation and pay you a million dollars if you agree to be my Fake Fiance for six months.” My eyes widened, if I wasn't leaning on the back of the chair, I am not sure I would have still been standing.

Marcus's mother was ten feet away and closing fast. "Good evening," Isla said. Her court voice, clear, steady, no shaking allowed. "My name is Isla Bennett. I was supposed to get married on Saturday. I won't be. My fiancé, Marcus Webb, has been having an affair with my assistant for the past six months." Total silence. Then, all at once, the whole room erupted. Constance Webb's face went from pale to furious in under a second. "Isla Bennett, you stop this right now…"

It’s infuriating, how my body reacts to the sound of him. “Tell me about this supplier.” “It’s the Yakuza,” Marco sounds confident. The yakuza? Isn’t that like the Japan version of Italian mafias. A harsh, barking laugh comes from Renzo. “You want us to believe you have links to the Yakuza? You?” “What about that?” Marco’s words thrum with frustration. “You couldn’t get the info on the arsons, you spineless mofo.” Oh, that’s Renzo. Things are really getting pretty heated. This is the time I should probably take my leave.

“My employees are off-limits. You started this when your shark grabbed one of my people in broad daylight on the street. I was simply returning the favor and buying out her father's debt. It was business.” Scarfo drops the theatrical act. He sits up straight, setting his glass down onto the table. His tone drops into a low, menacing rasp. “What is it about that whore, huh?” he asks. My blood instantly turns to pure fire. Every muscle in my body locks up. Beneath the table, my hands curl into tight fists, the scabs on my knuckles tearing open with the force of my grip. It takes everything in my power to keep my face completely blank.

I furrowed my brow as I started to change. “The day my best friend, the future yakuza boss, a total badass, who loves a good orgy Yūri Hatake not only gets married but is in love.” she laughed, coming over to help me with my kimono. Was I in love? Is that what I’ve been feeling? Maybe. It’s a foreign concept to me. “Oh, shut up and help me with this. We don’t have a lot of time.” I shook my head.

Two fingers together under her nose and her eyes just looking past Kenji. “No we didn’t” Sachi replied reluctantly. Kenji smirked. “There was no need to do that. The guy is Takashi Fujiwara and he has no relationship with any other gang and the girl is…… “Then where has he been all this while?” Kenji asked. “That is a good question Sachi” Megumi said looking up at her. “And the girl? What’s her name?” “Geiru” Sachi replied. “Yeah. Did you run a background check on her?” Megumi asked.