Yakuza Man Novels & Stories

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.

HIRAYA I entered the Palacio Underground as if nothing had happened. "Athena, everyone is already inside. The others are also starting to eat and talk. I also heard someone asking what this party is for." Eros said. "The heir of Yakezi approached me earlier. Yasero Yakezi. A famous japanese gangster and number one Merciless gangster in Kyoto Japan. He asked me what the party was for, I said I don't know either. He just nodded but accompanied I was the first to leave. " He added.

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.

◇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

“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.”

Miu frowned. “Well, you know my job.” I sighed, deciding to go with this story. To make it my fault, we are being hunted. I don’t want anyone to know Yūri was a Hatake, let alone the Kitsune. “Yea, you’re a cop. What about it?” Miu sighed. “Well, I recently initiated a raid on the yakuza clan resulting in even the boss getting taken in.” I sighed.

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.

Behind them are men who have rifles in their hands, looking at me with mischief in their eyes. I tried my best to take another step. But when the tall man moved his body, fear crept inside me. “So, your business in Italy is doing great. When are you going back? Mr. Yakuzaka is looking for you,” I suppose it was Giordano who proclaimed it. Seeing the guns in front of me makes me. my heart fastened its pace. I looked at Adam and gave him that look. He sighed and put down his glass on the table before walking toward me.