Yakuza Leader Daughter Novels & Stories

“I will take you to Michael and stay with you if I can.” I knock on my father's office door, “Come in, Layla; I want you to meet someone.” He motions for Diana to leave; I put on my happy face and smile at the two men; Michael’s fingers are cruel with the intent to harm as he grips my shoulder, saying, “Gentleman, this is my daughter Layla; Layla, Alpha Lucian, and his son Isaac.” Bending my head in submission to Alpha Lucian, I can see his son smirking, watching my every move. He can't think for himself. His father would guide his every action. Acting on instinct and stepping closer to Isaac, I put my hand out to shake his.

"Move, move, move. I want every man and woman free there right now; we must save her," Collin ordered over the address system. All soldiers, as they called themselves, began to move towards the exit. While some took cars and moved to the destination that had now been sent to their smartwatches, some took the running approach. Soon the hideout of the cartel was surrounded by all the soldiers waiting to save the daughter of the leader. Everyone addressed Una as the daughter of the leader. Only a few of the people who still worked at the agency knew that Una was not the child of Collin but the child of the best soldier who was killed brutally.

"Ya, what?" "They're all saying that because they found out Calista is Luciano Profaci's daughter. Calista is the Mafia gang leader's lost daughter... They knew! They knew this before us" Chase removed the phone and stare at the screen, Tyrell is again, joking! "Have you been taking drugs lately? What's up with all your new update!?" "I'm not lying Boss. Believe me! Calista Raymonds is Lucia Profaci!" Chase dropped the phone on the counter and sat down.

Rushing forward to get her daughter, the anxious woman found herself even more distraught when two of the men grabbed her by her arms before growling, “Hold it!” As several roars of laughter filled the cave, the leader was prompted to say, “Did you really think that you were going to leave that easily?” “…W-what do you mean? You’re just after the cash, right…?!” replied the shocked woman. “Well, yeah, we do want the cash, but you see… Your daughter’s quite pretty, and it’d be a shame if we didn’t show her some love…!” scoffed the leader as he got to his feet before gently caressing the child’s cheek…! As if that wasn’t terrible enough, he then began removing Yulia’s jacket as well…!

Dad is letting us now look at this information being displayed, together with the photo of that lady so we will never forget to take her as soon as we saw her. "Ms. Shane, your dad is looking for you in his office." I raised my brows up when I saw this short man in front of me. I sighed while crossing my arms on my chest and started walking, not even looking at him. I made my way to that person's office and didn't bother to knock on the door. As soon as I went there, a hand grabbed my waist. I didn't manage to balance my body and sat on this person's lap. I looked at him and saw his face. It was Orion's leader but what is he doing with her daughter? Or… I knew it.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

“This is an unannounced visit, Marchetti.” Enrico said, signaling his men to leave them two in the room. “Pardon. I have an important matter to discuss with you, Mr. Giordano.” Leo sat on a single sofa like a king. He doesn’t mind how intimidating Enrico’s presence is. He is not called Marchettis’ Mafia Boss for nothing. “What do you want?” Enrico asks while lighting his cigarette. “Your daughter Mariella…”

"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?"

Her boyfriend slept with her sister. Her family turned their back on her. And her mother's company, which she had been fighting for, was slipping out of her hands. Just when Alina thought her life couldn't flip further, she discovered that she is the sole hier of the most powerful crime organization of America. Now she has money, power and an entire empire to rule. But there is one problem. To inherit the empire, she had to marry the heir of the rival gang. Roman Carusso. Cold. Ruthless. And dangerously obsessed with her. It was only supposed to be an arranged marriage, a business transaction without any emotions. But the deeper she gets into the life she was born to inherit, the harde

She was only 19 years old and subjected herself to everything out of love for her mother. Of course, ten years have passed, and the fact that she is now going to marry my father is very suspicious. As much as she was afraid of my father, she had ten years to make herself undesirable to Simon, but what happened was precisely the opposite. Everything I read makes me believe she is one of the group's leaders and doesn't do it against her will. If I think about how she moves in the most dangerous environments, speaks to the Yakuza, and the coldness that makes her respected even by my father's competitors, I believe that over this time, she has gone from being a victim to a feared operational.