Novel & Cerita Yakuza Oc

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

I sighed. I put my shades and cap on before jumping down from the rooftop. I look from left to right before crossing the other street. The guards welcomed me. His men are lined up outside too. Fumihara Shiro, is one of our trusted partners BEFORE. He rules the biggest Yakuza Organization here in Japan and pledged to be our associate. He's our best trade partner of weapons, but little did we know he's stabbing us from the back. Tsk. "Excuse me." A waiter paused and looked at me. He smiled and approach me.

Three months had passed since the explosion that supposedly ended the reign of Nikolai Volkov. Three months since Russia mourned the fall of a king and Sergei had taken over the position as the acting leader of the gang. In Tuscany, Italy, on a long table in the centre of a dim room sat in dark suits, the European mafia Council, the highest circle of the Eastern underworld. Every seat was taken by dozens of high-ranking members who sat stiffly, their expressions carved with worry. The air smelled of cigar smoke, gun oil, and whiskey.

“Tell me about my grandfather.” “Chiara,” Dante said, the warning in his voice was clear, yet Chiara refused to back down. “If you’re not going to tell me that, tell me why I’m dangerous to you.” “Chiara, just drop it.” Though the warning was more prominent, Chiara still refused to back down. “If you aren’t going to answer them,” She paused, watching him closely for a reaction. When she saw none, she continued speaking. “What do you do for a living? It has to be something illegal if you could access guns and even shoot Nico without flinch—“

Philip walked beside Bryan, his gun in his grip, eyes scanning every corner. They weren’t alone. Figures emerged from the shadows—men with scarred faces and dead eyes, members of the underground mafia. They moved silently, their presence heavy with menace. A tall man with a thick beard and a jagged scar across his cheek stepped forward. His voice was low, gravelly. “Lord Bryan,” he acknowledged. “You don’t come here unless it’s war.” He says with a small smirk playing on his lips. Bryan’s jaw tightened. “It is. There’s war!”

For Silas for the man whose stormy eyes promised forever he’d dive deeper. A shadow detached from the darkness: a Yakuza thug in a tailored suit, irezumi tattoos glowing under ripped sleeves. Not Kane’s crew these bore the dragon insignia of the Kurogane-kai, a rival faction splintered from Tokyo’s old syndicates. Kane had allies in the Yamaguchi-gumi offshoots, but Kurogane hated outsiders poaching their tech smuggling routes. This ambush? A declaration of war.

Marina said, obviously teasing. She might be a stern lady, but her homorous side comes out like this whenever Niccolo is around. "Kaito Nakamura, he's in the country already with seven other members of his family." Massimo said, crushing all humour. Kaito is the Yakuza; boss of the Japanese mafia empire who succeeded in incorporating all his family members into his empire wings. "Nelson briefed us already. We only need the specifics since you've refused to send the mail" Niccolo said, drumming his finger pads on the desk.

“But Nónos, you’re aware that the Yakuza have deep roots in Japanese society, politics and business. Their ancient. Ruining them won’t be an easy feat.” I leaned back in my chair, smirking. “Iason, my friend. The only thing we need to do is throw raw meat into a den of starved hyenas. Then we sit back and watch them tear each other apart.” At that moment, my phone buzzed. A call from Kace. I picked up. “Talk.” “Boss, I don’t think Adira is well. She seems distraught.” I tensed. “And you don’t know what might be causing it?”

"Boss, I have the investigation on the Yakuza oyabun, and you won't believe it if I tell you, so I'm leaving you the photos," said Massimo, my most trusted man. I took the folder from his hands, and inside were the movements of the man I was doing business with: Hiroshi Yagami. He played the role of the oyabun of the largest Asian mafia, one that had taken root in California during the diaspora of the Second World War. Like many others, including the Camorra itself that I currently led, they had claimed territory and established themselves until the place became their home.

"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.