Yakuza Man 소설 & 이야기

Could they be part of a Yakuza’s clan? “Ah, you’re here at last.” A strange-looking man said. “New face, eh?” Celeste walked past him, “Did you bring the money, Leto?” “Money is good. They wanted to speak with you since you’re the right-hand man.” She rolled her eyes but headed to the group of people ahead of them. “Keigo, I thought we don’t have to do this pleasantry anymore.” “Tsk, Celeste, is that how you greet an old friend?” the Japanese man named Keigo smiled. “It had been a while since your boss ordered the same package.”

Sang-yeon or as properly nicknamed by la familia, the Asian menace is the Yakuza leader, and he has caused numerous problems for us in the past. I had no idea this was the bastard that knocked up Sofia, she wouldn't give me a name but now, thanks to Alessandra, I know he crossed me. He's leaning against his desk when I enter his shabby, overly late office. He's appluent, I would've found some use for Sofia's bastard had she said his name sooner. “Don Romano,” he grins, greeting me like we're old friends. His accent is washed out, by his environment.

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

– a Japanese man in an expensive suit says. He was obviously Yakuza due to his visible, colorful tattoos, which went from the side of his neck to probably covering his entire back. - If it were in better circumstances, perhaps. - How can we help you? - You know as well as I do what I came here to do. Would you mind getting out of my way and letting me pass? – I say coldly. - A woman like Miss Scoot would make a perfect wife for someone like me. It's a shame you chose the wrong groom. – the man says, with a mischievous smile.

He is a man, a mafia man. I slowly walked over to the car. He didn’t look too pleased with my actions, but hey, what the fuck did I care? He was just a big bulky gangster man, a mafia man. I took my bag off my shoulder, slipping in, placing it on the floor of the car. He slid in, closing the door. “Belt.” “Yes sir.” I said sarcastically. “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you Kacey.” “Really I thought it did.” I said, strapping in. He did the same and the car pulled away. “So what business do you want to talk with me about?”

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. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

an Asian looking man who’s just as hot as YS but way older says as he comes to shake both mine and Viktor’s hands. “Ya-Long” he says introducing himself “The Yakuza stand at your disposal Dona De Leone” he bows with a top of his head then takes his leave followed by six muscular men I take mental snapshots of to save in my spank bank. “Your drooling doll” Vic whispers in my ear before kissing the top of my head. “Why do you do that” I ask looking up at him. “I’ll tell you later” he shrugs then says “Or eventually, maybe” I elbow him in the side playfully as another man approaches.

He was surprisingly in a good mood and I wanted to keep it that way for as long as I could. "Excuse me.."said a man to my left. I turned and looked at him."Sorry, did you drop this?" The man similar age to myself,was holding a purse out towards me. He was dressed up and looking smart,with a round of drinks in front of him at the bar."Um, No sorry. That's not mine." He sighed."I was hoping to return it to it's owner, I know what a woman can be like without her purse." I was feeling a little anxious,looking around me to make sure that Liam wasn't in sight."You could give it to the bartender. Whoever lost it will most likely ask at the bar anyway-I would."

"Might be my key. Sorry, I guess you were concentrating too hard on cooking." "It's so hot in here. Should I fan you?" He sounded calm, but I could see his neck flushing crimson, and I pouted. "Oh, you're so kind, Mr. Lopez. But it's alright—I'll be done soon." Over ten minutes later, a full course meal was waiting on the table, and Zac started wolfing it down. Soon, he was sweating all over from the stimulating diet, his eyes unfocused. I stood up and brought out a bottle of beer. "Would you like some? It's a special brew made by my brother-in-law. It's really good for your body."

Because I have really taken a liking to you. "Because we are friends." She chuckled. "You're a dedicated friend, then." Hardly. But for her, I would be anything. "Do you want to go play now?" "Sure." As we started to play roulette again, this time, she wasn't having any luck. Maybe she was right. It was beginner's luck. "Wow, you're playing so lame today. What's with you?" an unknown man commented as he walked from us. "What's with that guy? Why did he say it like that?" I couldn't help but ask.