Yakuza Man 소설 & 이야기

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

“Fine.” Elara stands up on cue, and the man’s eyes drag over her with lust that makes me want to gauge out his eyes, but I don’t yet. “That’s a pretty thing you have there,” His voice is gleeful, causing my anger to simmer to the surface. “She’s the curator,” I mention, gesturing back. He switches to Japanese, thinking I won't understand. “A woman? To check my merchandise?” Cold fury tightens my chest, but I don’t let it explode yet. To Elara’s credit, she doesn't flinch as she and Renzo walk forward to the center where two of the yakuza men already are.

At this time, he kicked a chair beside him, making a loud noise. The man finally turned around. His eyes were full of coldness as he looked at Zhou Tian and Xiao Zhou. Zhou Tian looked at the guy in front of him. He was in his fifties, with a face full of whiskers and a pair of black eyes flashing with fierceness. It was obvious that he was not a good guy. "I heard that you want to talk to me?" The man looked at Zhou Tian coldly and said stiffly. "Are you Nobuo Matsushima?"

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?”

They forced me up on my feet, as the bald man walked closer to me, his eyes looking right at my lips, before running down to my cleavages again. "I'm pretty sure she's just playing hard to get." He smirked, reaching out the same finger I had bitten, to touch my lips. I recoiled at his touch, eliciting a chuckle from him. His eyes were suddenly stuck on someone behind me, and he didn't seem to be pleased by this person's presence; none of them were pleased. "The fuck are you doing here, Yakuza bitch?" He sneered, and just then I was finally able to see the woman he was talking to.

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.