Novelas y relatos de Yakuza Oc

HIRAYA I entered the Palacio Underground as if nothing had happened. "Athena, everyone is already inside. The others are also starting to eat and talk. I also heard someone asking what this party is for." Eros said. "The heir of Yakezi approached me earlier. Yasero Yakezi. A famous japanese gangster and number one Merciless gangster in Kyoto Japan. He asked me what the party was for, I said I don't know either. He just nodded but accompanied I was the first to leave. " He added.

I asked and the Japanese Yakuza nodded with a smile. "Good." I smiled as well and leaned down to his ear to whisper something to him. He leaned back and bowed. "I'll do so right away, Oyabun." He said and walked away to the awaiting boat. That was something no one knew. Except my close one that is. I was the Oyabun (Mafia Leader) of the Japanese Yakuza and the Mafia Don of Italy and a partner to the Leader of the Spanish mob. Power was my second name and they gang trying to fuck me over should be praying to God, if he exists.

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.

"Yes. Don't worry. I told him that you are a friend." I began to worry. Why the hell would the leader of the Yakuza tribe want to see me anyways? Last I heard, they had stopped slicing people open and used more guns. And they had also become investors and corporatocrats, moving money from oil fields to offshore bank accounts. "You also told him I have no plan to join the tribe?" I asked. Zai laughed hard. "You do know how to crack a joke. We don't recruit Americans, Caine. We only take in Japanese. So don't wet your pants."

In that country, tattoos were still strongly associated with Yakuza culture. "No, but you really look like one." Akiko turned away, pretending to look out the window, because an unexpected image of Kenji's body flashed through her mind, making her feel embarrassed. Though it was only a fleeting memory, she knew his body was clean. Had his wound not caused him more pain, Kenji might have laughed. "You're allowed to assume that, but no, I'm not a Yakuza like the ones you see in movies," Kenji said.

The man said mocking Jaylen. Now I understood what was going on, my eyes looked for Marissa till they finally found her standing in the corner and her makeup stained with tears. "Escort? Fun? Don't you ever talk about my mother in such manners again!" Jaylen pulled out a gun and surprisingly everyone seemed calm about it. This was a party for underground businessmen and even if anything happened nobody would question it and the news would never get to the police. "Say it again," Jaylen put the gun on the man's head.

They were unleashed, they were bloodthirsty mobsters. “Die, scum!” shouted one of them, euphoric. The one with the biggest gun in his hands was a young man of about thirty years old. He had tattoos all over his face, dark eyes and a dark complexion. He was unleashed, with hatred shining in his eyes. He was shooting without looking at who, but had his targets clear, kill them all. Billy crawled under the table with me. I had forgotten his existence. Damn, I thought he would be dead just like the others.

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

“Not only are you welcoming a vulnerability, you are risking it for a girl who might as well be your enemy.” I leaned back too, considering his words carefully. “Angel is the final piece to the puzzle. She is a necessity. But if at any point she becomes the problem, I’d cut her down myself.” “Kill. You mean kill. You’d kill your wife.” “Future wife.” He groaned, shaking his head and rubbing his fingers over his eyes in frustration. “De Novo should be synonym for fucking batshit psychopaths.” Roma swore under his breath in Italian. My smile grew. “Yet you’d give your life if ever a bullet comes our way.”