Yakuza Man Novels & Stories

Fear tortured my guts, it engulfed my conscience; thus, making me drastically exhausted. Minutes later, a man in blue and white stripped shirt strutted into the room with a tiger like tread. His black trousers were held by straps of grey suspenders, which ran over his small-shoulders. The pale light glimmered on his bald head as he halted in front of me; dug around in his pocket and brought out a cigar and lighter. He shoved the cigar between his lips, lit it and then took a long drag. Clenching the cigar between his cinnamon fingers he lowered his head and blew the cloud of smoke into my face. My eyes stung from the smoke; tears filled my eyes as I sneeze. Slowly he adjusted his round-shape

Juan is scared of him, so he tried to intimidate him by showing off that he know everyone in the mafia world. But Nero Proved that, it's not necessary to know everyone, but it is nessasary that everyone should know who you are. That's the true power. Juan looked at Nero with contempt. Finally he gave up pretending that he is not afraid of Nero and came to greet him. "Mr Vitiello, welcome to my party" Juan said with a fake smile. Nero looked at Juan with his eyebrow raised. Juan cleared his throat when Nero didn't react at all. That is how Nero is. He talks only when he wants to or when it's nessasary. Not before that.

She placed a tray of food in front of me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the seemingly mundane act. "Eat," he ordered. Despite my hunger, I couldn't bring myself to eat the food laid out before me. The sight of it made my stomach churn with anxiety, and tears welled up in my eyes. "Where are my brothers?" I asked, my voice trembling with emotion. The man with the scar regarded me with a cold, indifferent expression before speaking in a voice that shook me to my core. "They are not your concern anymore. They belong to Cosa Nostra now, just like you," he answered, his tone cold and devoid of any sympathy.

Finally, the bartender left his station, taking a seat next to Chiara. He placed his hand on her thigh, clearly taking advantage of the fact that Chiara was drunk and not in the right state of mind. “So, I’m Gambino. What’s your name?” He asked, flashing her a slight smile. Chiara’s cheeks reddened. If it was back then, she would have pushed his hand off and complimented it with a slap but she was much too intoxicated to care. “Chiara.” She muttered, her eyes locked on his green ones.

Giovanni Point Of View We took the bid cards and went straight to our assigned seats. We were positioned in the front so the host Death was also in front of us. He was a son of the Yakuza, Die Quevro. The name suits to them because they are feared in Japan and they are also the third most dangerous Yakuza in Kyoto Japan.

He spoke in an emotionless tone making Summer go quite. "Fine. I am forgiving you." She held the strips of her bag. "But you have to buy me lunch today and I not not letting you go easily." She told him making him smile. He nodded. "I will buy you whatever you want to eat." "Okay then... let's go." She started walking while this time he was walking beside her matching their foot steps. "Alex won't bully you now. Do you have that tattoo? Where is it on your body?" Every Yakuza member would get a tattoo either on neck or shoulder or hand to indicate their organization. The tattoo were different for every rank and as he was the next in line, his tattoo was just like his father.

The man behind me smiled, drunk and entitled. I slapped his hand away. He laughed and grabbed me again. I was ready to punch him. One hard hook to the jaw and I’d be free. But before I could raise my fist, the man was gone. Down. On the floor. Rafa was on top of him. Fists flew. One, two, three strikes brutal, fast, unrelenting. The man screamed as Rafa smashed his face in, blood slicking his knuckles like crimson paint. His eyes, those gorgeous, dark eyes were murderous. He didn’t blink. Didn’t pause. Didn’t care that the whole club was watching.

◇NO POV◇ a man in dark room sitting alone with his cigar his face looking ferocious he throwed all the items and shouted "you people are waste you made me to run away from those bastards" the man who was screaming is none other than Raghu he is fuming with anger as the situation came for him to escape from his enemies according to him he is a great mafia lord but when Aurthur took the mafia throne from his dad he started occupying one by one groups and became a powerful mafia king

I was pushed forcefully and I landed on my knees, not to mention my hands were handcuffed. "Well well well, Who do we have here? Daddy's Lil girl who ran away?" The leader of the gang was vicariously abhorrent. I know him. No, not personally, but I've seen him, he's famous, just as their group is. The group... They're Yakuza. THE YAKUZA.

“You don't look like you are from here,” he said, scrutinising Ralph with his eyes. “Yes.” Ralph agreed. “But do you just sneak up on people and assume they're not from around here?” The man scoffed. A small smile formed around his lips. Ralph looked him over, observing his frail frame, and he was confident he could give him a good beating if it came to that. “Not always,” he said, extending a hand to Ralph. “I am Yakov. I no bite.”