Yakuza Man Novels & Stories

"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.

Whose car was that? She walked closer a bit and noticed that there was a man in the back seat. She didn't see him clearly, but his tall figure alone was enough to draw her attention to him. He was driving a Lamborghini. It just shows he's not some low life gigolo with a nice figure. At that moment, Renata had an undescribable emotion bubbling up inside of her. She hadn't had these kind of emotion in a long time. Not many men could leave a deep impression just based on their back-view. However, she would never forget this man… Renata thought Lucia would be pathetic and pitiful after loosing Johnny to her. But who would have expected that she would find a hunk so soon after? His wealth and sta

Luca asked him. "I think you know why I actually called you Mr Vitiello" Ivan is not a dumb head and an ego maniac like Alexi. He is smarter than he looks and he knows what kind of a person his brother is. Ivan is not a good man by any means. No one in the Mafia can be called as good. They all are mean and do illegal bussinesses for money and much more. A few are better than the rest. In this case Ivan would be a better boss than Alexi.

“Between you and him, I’m starting to think you’re the bigger problem.” Kai smiled. “I might not be the bigger psycho. But I definitely want to teach him a lesson.” “Oh God,” Martin muttered. “This sounds like the start of a very bad love story.” Kai turned to him. “Actually, I need your help.” Martin groaned. “No.” “Tell me about the tattoo,” Kai said. “The Yakuza one.” Martin stiffened. Kai watched him carefully. “From what I know, they’re the Japanese mafia. But that’s the surface version. What are they really?”

The sight was gory, with their guts spilling out and eyeballs missing. "You mean it's not the Lucianos?" Someone asked Wade. "Cameras caught a glimpse of one of them. Kurayami Tachibana. The Yakuza. He's an assassin as far as the rumors say," "Shit, an assassin? He doesn't even bother to hide in the dark. What kind of assassin is this?" Mark skimmed through the files. It was obvious that everyone was scared to take on an assassin. Not to mention that he was one of the top.

Somi seemed to be smiling at me while pointing at the third shelf from the end which contained various kinds of ramen. I then immediately walked towards the shelves to get some packs of ramen that I needed. When I arrived at the alley full of ramen noodles, I saw a man also standing in front of the ramen noodles I wanted. From the side I gave the guy a little weird look because he covered his whole body with a jacket and hoodie. Suddenly it reminded me of the mafia movies that I often watched at home. At first glance the man looked like one of the mafia who likes to kidnap women to become prostitutes. But— tsk! it's just a movie, of course that's not going to happen here. So I just need to t

(Sato Akiko, what do you want from me after all these years? - You know I'm Americanized. Now, I'm Akiko Sato. - Forget your weird ways. I don't have time to waste. – the Yakuza answers . - Jeez, always the same. Okay, I'll cut to the chase. I needed you to "lend" me your men in New York. I'm in the big apple. The Yakuza laughs. - Akiko, who do you think you are? You were always very snobbish. You should be more humble, as a good girl have to be.

The first time I allowed myself to feel, it nearly destroyed me silly. I need some shit to distract me. I turn back to my laptop, pulling up an email I had to act on. Three images appear on the screen. The first shows Mr. La Rosa, Cara’s father, standing beside a Japanese man whose attire and demeanor scream Yakuza. A Japanese mafia. The second captures Mr. La Rosa again. But this time, handing a file to a man. The emblem on the man’s jacket gives him away as a member of the Gambino family. They were known rivals of the La Rosa empire but it seems they are working together now.

I stand over him, breathing hard, as four Yakuza soldiers come rushing over from the bar with guns leveled. I stare at them and show my teeth. Their leader, a man named Bob Tanaka, shakes his head. "You're a fucking mess, Khazan." "If you had left a gun like I wanted, this would've been cleaner." "Guns are loud. Look at my carpet! What a goddamn mess." "I need to wash my hands." "Yeah, yeah." Bob waves me away. "Go take care of yourself. Ah, what a fucking wreck." He barks orders in Japanese to his soldiers as I return to the back room.