Yakuza Man Novels & Stories

It was without a doubt that he had awakened a dark force that he shouldn’t have. A black sedan car approached them. A man in wafuku and wooden clogs got out of the vehicle when the door was opened. People around that man respectfully gave way to him and addressed him as ‘the boss’ along the way. Finally, about four or five meters in front of Garfield, that man came to a halt. He then reached into his pocket and handed Garfield a business card. “Mutoh from the Yamaguchi Gang?” Garfield’s heart jerked violently when he saw the words ‘Yamaguchi Gang’.

The tattoo snaked around his hands, disappearing into his tank top before journeying up to his neck. His yellowed teeth was on full display as he stared at me. I just stared back at him, eyes unbothered and void of emotion and complaint. " You ignoring me?" He asked, inching closer. I knew him. It did not matter if I wanted to or not. He had so many notorious comments going on around that it would almost be impossible to not know him. Kimura. The big thai man that was rumoured to be a mafia boss. " Kimura get back to your seat" one of the prison guards boomed. His eyes did not leave mine for what felt like solid seconds.

"I am the owner of the club; I have to treat my customers right." The man looked at him with doubt but seeing the people with no reaction, he somehow believed it. "I'm Erviz. How will you pay me?" The man was direct and frank with no filter in his words. Kai was truly amused. He almost thought that Erviz had no idea he was part of a Yakuza. "Why don't we talk about it?" Kai gestured his hand to the empty table with only one bottle of Vodka. "After you."

A few short moments later, there was the sound of several gunshots and screams, and all was then quiet. Find your way out of your cage. And if you can’t find an exit, make one. ‘Easy for you to say.’ Ren thought to himself. [1] Yakuza: Yakuza is also known as gokudo, and they are members of traditional organised criminal syndicates in Japan

She covered her mouth, but blood quickly seeped through her fingers. "Told you," I placed my hand on my hip. "Get the fuck out of here!" Camari cried as she ran for the door. "Excuse me?" The man said, grabbing my attention. "What?" He stood there looking at me. I never in my life have seen this man before, but his features seemed so familiar. He was tall, covered in tattoos, and had the same stunning eyes as Alek. "Not all of us like easy girls. Some of us are looking for love," The guy stated.

’ Fortunately, Claude has abundant amount of patience in dealing with this certain troublemaker. Jai saw a man approaching the small restaurant, a man with a scar on his face. The man was wearing a stained white shirt, an overall, and boots. He had a white braided bandana on his bald head, and quite skinny and looked way older. The man entered the restaurant, and he could hear the man ordering in a loud voice. “Old man! The usual!” Presumably, the man with the scar, said. A grunt was heard and the owner replied. “Not too loud, Hayate you idiot!”

He notices the tension, and I see him place a hand above his hip, ready for a bloodbath. “Aah, it has just come to my notice that you are the Mr. Anthony Romano.” One of the Yakuza men cautiously approaches me, and I turn my attention to him. Though he is on the shorter side, it is clear that he is the leader here. “Your reputation precedes you.”

"Boss, I have the investigation on the Yakuza oyabun, and you won't believe it if I tell you, so I'm leaving you the photos," said Massimo, my most trusted man. I took the folder from his hands, and inside were the movements of the man I was doing business with: Hiroshi Yagami. He played the role of the oyabun of the largest Asian mafia, one that had taken root in California during the diaspora of the Second World War. Like many others, including the Camorra itself that I currently led, they had claimed territory and established themselves until the place became their home.

Underneath the swords, at the base of my spine are the numbers 8-9-3 with the corresponding Japanese characters below each digit, representing my position as a member of the Golden Chrysanthemums, a yakuza syndicate based in Yokohama. Rotating my shoulders, I stretch my arms over my head before I enter the main workout space. In the center of the room is a large tarp. On that tarp is a man, tied down with coarse ropes, his mouth gagged. As soon as he sees me, he wets himself and I grin down at him like the apex predator that I am. The man-child begins to whimper. “Enjoy, Boss,” Roger salutes, heading out to take care of other business. He’ll be back in a couple of hours, once I’ve taught thi

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.