Yakuza Man Novels & Stories

That fucking old gay man force Zilv to rape a man and that's fucking awful and horrible, I can't find the right word to describe how evil that old man is. "Why don't you tell Nick to avoid that man then?" I asked Zilv but he just raised his brows at me. "Tsk! Do you want me dead? Do you know who's that man is? He is part of the Yakuza and you won't dare to interfere with their business, and as you can see, Nick is his business tonight." Zilv replied to me. "And you want me dead?" I asked Zilv.

Well, well… this changes everything. I stood at my office window overlooking Manhattan’s magnificent skyline, like a predator examining his territory. Except that it wasn’t completely mine yet. Not until Alexander was out of the way. My phone buzzed. Without looking, I responded. “Speak.” “The Yakuza want their balance by month’s end,” came the chilly voice of Kenji, my contact in Tokyo. “Or they’ll take what you love most.” I clinched my teeth, squeezing the phone closer. “I said I’d have it.”

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

The man was leaning on the couch with his legs crossed, naturally becoming the center of the crowd. Harvey York squinted at the man. His beauty and gentleness had a sense of unspeakable gloom and viciousness. After all, the youngest and most outstanding onmyoji of the Tsuchimikado family would not be an ordinary man. While walking around the box, Kairi Patel shifted her gaze toward someone before showing an odd expression. “Why is Aldo John also here?

But not enough. “From what?” she challenges. “Rich men in suits?” Christ. I let out a slow breath, trying to hold onto the last thread of control I have left. “You danced with Kenji Takahashi,” I say finally. She blinks. The name still means nothing to her. Of course it doesn’t. “He’s the head of one of the most powerful Yakuza factions in the world,” I continue. “He doesn’t attend events like this for entertainment. He doesn’t approach women out of curiosity.”

Things I obviously knew how to do, but he didn’t respond at first and just kept grunting at the questions. But when I asked if he had any family, something shifted. He told me he was from Japan, not China. He was thirty-five and had once worked for the Yakuza, but was sent here as a favor from his boss to help Adrian. “Set things right.” Whatever that meant.

The man should have been from a different ichizoku, not Kuryugumi. “This is crazy!” Kyoko, who had been focusing on driving, was now equally confused. She couldn’t think straight. “Don’t talk nonsense! If you’re lying, I’ll make you fish food in the middle of the ocean!” Ryu snapped, pressing the gun’s muzzle against the trembling man’s temple. It was the only reasonable explanation—he must be lying. “I’m not lying. I didn’t do anything wrong. I was just following orders.” The man looked terrified. He knew he was in deep trouble now that Ryu was involved. He hadn’t recognized Ryu’s face earlier because not all Kuryugumi members had ever seen Ryu or Kenji, but they had certainly heard Ryu’s n

The man looks at me for a while before looking at Yuri. “Since when do you have people with brains in J City?” he asks with his rich Russian accent, and I see A proud look in Yuri’s eyes. “Well, you are looking at my right-hand man here so clearly I wouldn’t have someone with no brains by my side.” The man laughs mockingly. “Oh, but you had stupid people in the past Yuri, but it doesn’t matter you have a good one now. Tell me what the plan is?” I check my phone before I answered, and DJ has come through for me.

"At the abandoned warehouse on Fourth Street. My source says he's about to close a drug deal with Yoshiro-Nagama." Michael turned away, as Pedro went on with the details. Yoshiro was the new Oyabun of a century-old Yakuza, controlling the inflow and outflow of drugs and weapons in Asia. As a result of his greedy quest for power, Yoshiro deposed his own father, Hatake Nagama, killing him and his trustees in cold blood, to assume the post of Oyabun.

– The Yakuza, he said, getting out of there, heading for the door, turning around, pulling the man with him, the Yakuza made his way to the door, closing behind him. He had his one hour of wild, zombie sex on his lame horse, in which he screamed like a man taken to seventh heaven. - It's good fun. - The Yakuza said. Sometime later, when the man rested, he got up with his filly still wet, dirty, and slimy, even for a zombie who did nothing but scream. Both took a shower, with the man washing her, he was half an hour later, with his best suit, leaving the door, where they both turned around.