Yakuza Oc Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Akiko asked. "Yakuza? You're comparing me to a criminal?" Kenji's response was still calm. Akiko’s reaction was understandable. It would have been strange if by now she hadn’t formed some suspicion. "You look like a Yakuza. You live a secretive life; you're very wealthy; people are afraid of you; and you suddenly got shot." Akiko listed the reasons for her suspicion. "Have you ever seen a dragon tattoo on my body?" Kenji asked in return. In that country, tattoos were still strongly associated with Yakuza culture.

With the D’Angelo family occupied with Serafino, the police could be gathering intelligence and evidence against Dante as well. “You’re right, they are,” Dante says the words so easily, and so calmly that it somehow strikes panic in me. “There’s this new guy who’s suspicious of me.” “What?” “Luca tells me he’s been transferred here from Japan after bringing down one of the most powerful yakuza families there.” “What?” I repeat, a little louder this time. “Then all the more reason for you to lay low! How are you so calm about this?” Dante leans forward, kissing my hair at the top of my head. The gesture is enough to melt me into a puddle of goo. This is bad. Dante’s trying to distract me.

Cody nodded. “So they did that to you?” Indra asks. “I thought that was obvious,” Cody turns to her. “No shit, Sherlock,” Indra grumbles under her breath. “Correct me if I’m wrong,” Ludo spoke up. “The only Masahiro Drug Cartel the world knows is Yakuza,” my eyes widened at that. “The Korean Mafia. I mean, they’re not the top dogs but they’re not exactly on the low either,” Indra bursts out laughing. “It gets worse,” she said in between laughter. “Fucking hell, it gets worse. Why the fuck was I born in this shit?” she said gripping her hair.

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.

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

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.

Third person point of view Anaya screamed in anger before she started shoving the thing on her table. She was panting so hard that she almost clenched her fist to stop herself from getting mad. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was trying to control her wolf. She gritted her teeth in annoyance. “You fucking bitch, how dare you to snatch everything I liked. You're just merely an Omega. You're nothing but a piece of shit!” She thought.

“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.”