Yakuza Man 소설 & 이야기

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.”

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.”

That was her crazy and madness for vampires. On the other hand, Hana was shivering in fear, not understanding what Nabi planned with Ian. The only thing she knew about Ian was that he was Nabi's friend, and always being with Nabi alone or with some girlfriends made her not even know about Ian's face or looks. Nevertheless, she acknowledged him as a gentleman based on Nabi's experiences with him. Gulping her drink, she fixed her eyes on the door. A tall teenager with an athletic body in a white shirt and blue jeans entered. His brown eyes and hair quite complimented his light skin tone.

Vanessa Diamond wasn't what anyone wanted, her brash personality and tomboyish ways turned everyone against her, even her family. Knowing she wasn't wanted Vanessa left home, and moved to the bustling city of New York. She had hoped it would be a place where her dreams would finally come true, but its not always that easy. Forced to work in a gentlemen's club she begins to fit in somewhere...perhaps this is where she was meant to be. But after one 'lucky' night with the Mafia's boss Christiano her life is turned upside down again... But she's ready for the challenge.

I turned around and saw Yvette, still half-asleep, standing in the doorway and rubbing her eyes. But the moment she saw Harold, her face lit up with joy. She was just about to call out to Harold. Then she noticed Jacob in his arms, and the light in her eyes dimmed instantly. She was disappointed. However, Harold remained completely oblivious. In fact, when he saw Yvette, he instructed sternly, "Yvette, good that you're awake. Come over and apologize to Jacob. He ended up like this because of you." To Yvette, those words only deepened her guilt. She looked completely lost. "I…"

His shirt had been ripped open, exposing his chest. The air was stagnant, and a sense of grim hung heavy in the room. The scene was enough to make me wonder what had occurred and whether the man was in any danger. I watched as they appeared to be attending to the man. 'Hmm, that's strange. The mafia doesn't usually help people, but maybe he's one of their own,' I thought as I continued to look on. From my position in the doorway, I could only see the top of his head and part of his chest. But even from here, I could tell that the motionless man was bleeding from his neck and head, the dark red blood spilling across his shoulders.

I took off my sunglasses and the second the realization dawned on the officer's face, he let out a nervous chuckle, "Mr. Mancini, ah, I didn't recognize the vehicle." I gave him a smile, "No problem, officer." He stepped back and extended a hand in the road's direction, he was as pale as ghost, a stupid man didn't even know that I wasn't going to shoot him or hurt him in broad daylight. We're the fucking La Cosa Nostra, not idiots. I revved the engine and again raced down the road, stopping only when I finally reached our club, "Terra Cognita"

A book was manifesting strange stillness of his mind, like the ticking sounds of a clock, the continual droplets of water from a faucet, and the humming noise of the wooden ceiling fan the Hub could take a hold of. "He booked the regular service number five, he did not mention if it was blindfold or a rope," the intel of Aika reminded him. The black-haired man tilted his Helvetica glasses as he raised his head to see the young boy. Ryuu bowed in half. The man was reported as a lawyer and scrupulous. A Japanese man who holds the tradition of his origin, however a tainted hypocrite person.

Marco’s hold on my waist tightened briefly before he exhaled and stepped back, his gaze flickering with irritation. I turned to see an older man in a sleek black suit standing just beyond the entrance to the balcony. His expression was carefully neutral, but there was something sharp in his eyes, something that told me he wouldn’t have interrupted unless it was important. Marco didn’t move for a second, his jaw tightening as if debating whether to ignore him entirely. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he straightened, smoothing a hand down his jacket. “What is it?” His voice was cool, composed, but there was an edge to it—one that made the man hesitate before answering.

His face turned colder than usual with the sharp gaze that man gave. That's not strange. Because everyone must have their other side. Neither Stev. Even though that man is the cruelest mafia in this country. Stev has another trait that sometimes makes Bella almost laugh. And feel calm when you are near that man. Stev is also human. Maybe he is just a little 'different' from other humans in general.