Yakuza Man Novels & Stories

Marina said, obviously teasing. She might be a stern lady, but her homorous side comes out like this whenever Niccolo is around. "Kaito Nakamura, he's in the country already with seven other members of his family." Massimo said, crushing all humour. Kaito is the Yakuza; boss of the Japanese mafia empire who succeeded in incorporating all his family members into his empire wings. "Nelson briefed us already. We only need the specifics since you've refused to send the mail" Niccolo said, drumming his finger pads on the desk.

He had a buzz cut that amplified his stern and stoic expression; his presence felt sharp and strong. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand as he looked at Wesley. Without saying anything, he waved at his men behind him. The man with the bleeding head, whose white karate uniform was stained with blood, came out and bowed at the young man. He then pointed at Wesley and said grudgingly, “Jiro, these are the bastard Arcadians who beat me up! This guy even smashed a bottle on my head! He even insulted our people!” Jiro Sakamoto, the man in the black uniform, drained the cup of whiskey with a cock of his head and then scoffed. “Interesting. I didn’t expect us Ryokanians to be bullied at Bronze Spa

The man came closer, he wore a short sleeve shirt, so I could see the tattoos on his neck and also on his arms. "Bloody hell, that's Yakuza." I was surprised by this show. "Yes, call me Daisuke." he said laughing. Right now, that row of white teeth and black hair looked absolutely terrifying. This man, one of the assassins of the Yakuza clan. Harry hadn't had time to pull out his gun yet, so I decided to pull out my gun first, then I pointed my gun at Daisuke. "This time I will protect you. We'll sort things out between us next time." I said to Harry. Then I stepped forward, approaching Daisuke.

"Patience. All will be revealed." Another limousine pulled up alongside theirs. The door opened, and Kazuya Takeda, the leader of the Yakuza gang, stepped out. He was a tall man with a commanding presence, his sharp suit immaculate. He entered the limousine, taking a seat beside Nakamura. "Marcus," Kazuya began, his voice smooth, "I am Kazuya Takeda, leader of the Yakuza here in Philadelphia." Marcus's gaze didn't waver. "I know who you are. But tell me, if you're Japanese, why the Korean name?"

I swat his hand away, clasp the bottle, and place it in front of me under the table so he doesn't have access to it. Even though he’s sitting still, his eyes are shifty and agitated. I’m ready to bet it’s because of whatever seed Pharaoah planted in his head back at the house. The door slides open again; this time, it's not the waitress. Kai walks in, followed by an old, short man who wears a pressed suit. Abe Hitori. The leader of the Yakuza branch in New York. Pharaoah and I stand in greeting, but Pakstan remains planted in place. He also uses the chance of my standing up to grab the bottle of vodka.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

Only one letter as the sender: H. “My game of chess isn’t over. The next king will fall. Be prepared.” Harley clenched his teeth. Tears welled up… then he stood. “I’m not a pawn. I’m not a puppet. You’ll see for yourself, Hideko—I know this is definitely your doing,” he said. — Autumn wind rustled the bamboo curtains. In a quiet, traditional Japanese room, the sound of high heels walking firmly down a wooden corridor was heard. Hideko sat calmly in the center of the room. Elegant. Serene. In front of her, an elderly man in military uniform knelt—one of the most loyal former hitmen of the Yakuza family.

, and the Chinese man responded, “Very good.” It was no surprise that Alexander was involved in the drug business. He was a mafia leader, and I was certain he was engaged in numerous illegal activities. However, he would always present himself as being in the 'oil business' when he spoke to my parents to appear more professional, even though my parents were well aware that he was a Mafia leader. As they were talking, I saw the Russian man looking at me with a smirk on his face. He still did not know who I was. My dad was not a mafia, but he was a powerful man. A lot of people stayed away from me because they considered my father harsh and dangerous.

CHAPTER 55 — Liana The morning air felt unusually heavy, even for Manila. Rain threatened to fall, the clouds thick and gray, mirroring the tension that had settled over my life like an uninvited guest. I moved through the corridors of Delgado & Reyes with purpose, but the weight of yesterday’s revelations lingered. The press had blown the situation wide open: the insinuations about my connection to Evan Ramos weren’t just rumors anymore—they were questions, discussions, and speculation.

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”