Yakuza Girlfriends Novels & Stories

"They're the Japanese and Russian mafias, I guess?" I nodded. "Good girl. What else?" I reached for her, gently uncrossing her arms, then lifted her chin with my fingers. My touch lingered on her soft skin, savoring the quiet vulnerability she never let anyone see. Her breath hitched. "I know the Yakuza don’t take well to female leaders and Russians are cold-blooded." A smirk pulled at my lips. I stepped closer, hands curling around her waist. "You tried, flogista mou." I whispered the words against her skin, my lips trailing down her jaw. "But you can do better, can’t you?"

The offer of money for payment to pose as his girlfriend—with the possibility of doing what girlfriends and boyfriends do behind a closed door and most of all, the possibility of a marriage contract should they had to—was like a splash of cold water to the face. And that was the reason behind the exorbitant fee he was offering me. That wasn’t even the end of it. The fees mentioned were just for the girlfriend job. There’s going to be a million US dollars for the marriage contact, subject to change depending on what difficulties we might find hard to work out if we do get married. “You are not being paid to prostitute yourself, Gia,” he said last night in a somber tone, though it still had me

It disappeared beneath his cuff before I could trace its full length. He caught me looking. He said nothing. Just poured his coffee and returned to his newspaper as though I hadn't seen anything at all. I let it go. For that morning, at least. I found Mara in the garden after lunch, cutting back something along the far wall with the focused attention she gave everything. The rain from earlier in the week had cleared and the air had that particular freshness that follows it — clean and slightly cold. I fell into step beside her. "The scar on his hand," I said, without preamble. "What happened?"

When surrounded by hostile Amazons she still struggled to get to my side. "What about your Jason Statham?" she prodded. "He's English. Besides, I prefer Chiaki Kuriyama," I eyebrow pumped. "There is something about a chick with cast-iron balls." "Who?" Yasmin searched her memories. "Gogo Yubari from Kill Bill Volume 1," I informed her. Yasmin thought that over. "That girl was clearly insane!" she thumped my chest. "Believe me, female mental health issues have never stopped me in the past," I shrugged.

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.

I burst into laughter, relaxing my head on the wall before looking up again. “The man you've been hanging around with is a Mafia Don. His real name is Carlos Gotti, how don't you know? Why didn't you ask for the name of a man who is your boyfriend? Can you take a look at yourself?” “You're the one who should take a look at yourself, Isabella. You can't continue like this, come on. Carlos Meyer is the man I am with and not a Gotti. Gotti is a Mafia Don—I have heard that from so many people and even though I haven't met this man because I don't know his face, I'm more than certain he's not the Carlos I know.”

Chapter 16 - My Girl, Yuki Yozora ‘Yuki Yozora is my girlfriend, and I love her so much; she is my treasure and my everything (...).’ I met her two years ago, I still remember the day and time of our first meeting, the Twenty-third of August, Three minutes before dusk, and she was fifteen years old back then, in a park near the school where I used to study. As far as I know, I was sitting on the bench as I reminisced about the filthy things I had done since Hina Sakamoto cheated on me; until that moment, the pain I was feeling still wouldn't go away, and it occurred to me that I should end my life.

Not long after, the esteemed bosses were arriving one by one. “Firipin e okaerinasai,” greeted Rios as he and Kenji Takahashi bowed formally toward each other. The serious man, whose voice was soft but always made Rios nervous, had come all the way from Osaka, Japan. Takahashi was a former enforcer in the Yamaguchi-gumi syndicate, but had risen as the leader of his own splinter group. He didn’t talk much, but when it came to business, he was always eager to share how he grew his empire, which was through tech, crypto laundering, and, of course, his brutal efficiency. He was known as the kind of man who eliminated rivals before they even spoke. The Japanese man was accompanied by the Shimizu-

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

"Do you really want me to leave?" Lionel Alan knew that keeping her would only cause more pain for both of them, so he still insisted on letting her go. “Vivian Letitia, after this you will no longer be my girlfriend. But you will forever be the one I love the most, I'm going to be late. You should go back first…”