Yakuza Man Novels & Stories

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"

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.

Austin stared at the man who still had his black sunglasses on, "Who are you and why are you telling me all of this and how can I know you are not giving me false information and lying to my goddamn face, old man," "Kazuno Daiki," The old man introduced himself. He took off his sunglasses and Austin noticed he was wearing a left eye patch, "The leader of Kazuno Clan, my older brother dug out my left eye with his own hand. He was afraid of the growing power I had and I was thrown into a foreign land," Austin winced and looked away, "What do you want from me? You can't be telling me this for no reason," "Revenge," Daiki stated. Austin turned his head back to him and waited for an explanation,

The tattoo snaked around his hands, disappearing into his tank top before journeying up to his neck. His yellowed teeth were on full display as he stared at me. I just stared back, eyes unbothered and void of emotion or 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 around that it would have been almost impossible not to know him. Kimura. The big Thai man rumored 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.

Yami didn't know who it since that man was wearing a weird mask. He stands in front of Yami and says "So, should we started our discussion? Yami?" Yami was so weird when that man knows about his name. That man tried to put his hand on him, But he holds that man's hand from touching him and says "Answer me first! Who are you!?" that man just laughed and says to Yami "How about you listen to what did I am going to say and I will turn this thing off?" Yami saw the others were suffering from it. He didn't want to keep them with that, So he just listens to what did that man going to say.

There was a red x drawn over my face. Olivia wasn't the target of the hit. I was. "Is JR dead? Fucking tell me where her body is," Copycat shrieked into the phone. No, she wasn't dead. I wasn't that stupid. But telling him where she was would lose me any leverage I had. I couldn't afford to make myself an easy target for Marino. Especially after my latest discovery about the Yakuza. "Twenty four hours. Give me time to find out how you pissed off the Yakuza. Clearly they fucking think I'm you. Let me clean up your mess. Then you can have your precious JR and the money," I said, before abruptly ending the call.

Inside a small, hidden club buried in the depths of a narrow backstreet, a man sat in the corner, his body marked with fresh wounds, his face shadowed beneath the brim of his cap. Renjiro Takahashi. Once, he had been the most ruthless enforcer of Japan’s largest Yakuza clan. His name alone had been enough to send shivers through the criminal underworld. But tonight, he was a fugitive. Cast out after a brutal coup that had stripped him of everything. An old man, short and wrinkled, took a seat across from him, sliding a small cup of sake across the table. "I heard you almost died," the old man murmured. Renjiro lifted his gaze, his eyes cold and unreadable. He grabbed the cup, downing it in o

He said provoking him. And Yvrozz really did being provoked by what Butler Zi said. He has this deathly glare like he was saying 'you want me to dispose you?', while he has this dark and murderous aura that surrounds him making Butler Zi flinched a little. Even though he's a former delinquent and always got into a lot of fights, he hasn't encounter someone as dangerous as this man. "Shut up. I will take back what's mine, if they dares to lay a hands on her, I'm gonna crush their skull. So tell me, who's that yakuza man?"He said with a murderous intent surrounds him.

Others with thinly veiled resentment. I didn’t care either way. I adjusted my cufflinks, the crisp linen of my tailored suit a stark contrast to the filth of this place. I wasn’t here to blend in. I was here to hunt. And my prey sat right in front of me. Takeshi Sato. He was a Yakuza associate. Greedy, sloppy and weak. The bastard was drowning in liquor, his arm draped around a half-dressed woman who laughed at something he said, even though the light in her eyes was long gone. He hadn’t noticed me yet.