Yakuza Oc Novels & Stories

she said smugly with the knowledge that the town outskirts have no survelliance and no eye witness was nearby. "Boss…." Julius wanted to speak but rugger raised his hand halting him. He snapped his finger and a middle aged man looking like a top tier martial artist walked in. "Cario lets know who is telling the truth" he said calmly to the man who looked like a frenchman.

“I just don’t want to see him around! He’s annoying!” I harshly opened the door and caught Ralph leaning at the door, probably listening to our conversation. I walked past him and exited Dante’s room. “What happened to your head and arm?” I halted in my tracks when I heard Ralph’s serious tone for the first time. I don't want to be caught eavesdropping, so I leave them alone and make my way to my room. I reached for my laptop and searched about the Triads. Chinese Mafia. It’s similar to the Yakuza in Japan.

But very few had ever seen him. In the entire planet, only five had been born into the Lycan rank; the Lycan who controlled the European region, the Lycan of the Oceania islands, the African Lycan, the Asian Lycan, and finally, the Lycan that ruled the American continents. The wolves of both continents were terrified of their Lycan, mostly because he was known to be ruthless and dangerous. Legend had it that he had been around for over a millennium, as he was blessed with immortality. The rumor was that several decades ago, he had created a mafia made up of wolves as strong as betas and alphas to do his bidding. That made his persona all the more frightening, that and the fact he never socia

"Slow down father. I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." Of course I do. Father leans back so that his back is resting on the backrest of his seat. "Then someone else must've had access to it and the said person is processing it into torture drugs. They sold a lot to the Japanese and Koreans." No. I sold only to the Japanese. The Yakuza. No one else. My brows twitch the slightest bit. "The Koreans made a deal with the Russians and now both the Russian Godfather and the Colombian cartel have their hands on it."

Dark said seriously. "All the Yakuza are now in the lead," Red added coldly. I became serious because of what I was hearing. "So, they are the leader now," I said smiling in my mind. "The second is the Mafia, the third is Assassin, and the fourth is the Gangster," Red added. I sat up straight because of what he said. "Their group is more numerous than the Mafia," he added. "It's fun because the Yakuza are getting higher," Blue said happily.

"I left Rosa's binky in the nursery. I'll be back in a minute." She scampered down the hallway, to Xavier's study room. ****** "Boss, Masashi said he saw Vincenzo in Kobe." Rico informed. Masashi Yoshinawa was the boss of the Japanese yakuza. Yoshinawa-gumi (Yoshinawa group) was the largest Yakuza family, accounting for 50 percent of all Yakuza in Japan. Masashi was a friend of Xavier's and two years ago, he had killed Masashi's father, Kaito Yoshinawa. Kaito was a savagely violent man, even towards his own family. He killed innocent people, including his own wife. Something that the mafia would never do. Masashi was too weak to go against him. Thus, two years ago he came to Xavier for help

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

The limousine glided through the softly lit roads of Philadelphia, the quietness inside the car filled with excitement. Raul, head of the Mexican gang, leaned back, his gaze fixed on the city view outside the tinted windows. Sitting across from him, Mr. Nakamura the underboss of the Yakuza gang, and second in command to Kazuya Takeda the leader of the gang. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat.

“If Father needs my help, the sky would have to come down for that to happen, he's proud of what he has.” “I’m just as surprised as you,” Luca replied with a shrug. “But he gave strict orders that you show up immediately. It might be worse than the case.” My jaw tightened. “What could be worse than the crates?” “Maybe an unavoidable war between the Yakuza's and the Russians,” he answered. I let out a dry breath. “I’ve thought about that. If the Russians attack, the Yakuza's will strike back twice as hard… and they won’t leave anyone alive.”

I swat his hand away, clasp the bottle, and place it in front of me under the table so he doesn't have access to it. Even though he’s sitting still, his eyes are shifty and agitated. I’m ready to bet it’s because of whatever seed Pharaoah planted in his head back at the house. The door slides open again; this time, it's not the waitress. Kai walks in, followed by an old, short man who wears a pressed suit. Abe Hitori. The leader of the Yakuza branch in New York. Pharaoah and I stand in greeting, but Pakstan remains planted in place. He also uses the chance of my standing up to grab the bottle of vodka.