Yakuza Oc Novels & Stories

'He's saying too much I need to tell mom and dad later. "Jim, you're just blinded by money since those higher than you are paying you to overlook this. But I'm telling you the truth. They...are...real." This Dawg person insisted again. He was too sure it was us when we don't even hunt humans anymore and it's too risky to kill one in our territory. 'Why do humans like to blame it on us? We're not as dumb as them' "Aish enough with your bullsh*t I'm working here. If you're not helping, go get Sarah to back me up. These bystanders are getting pesky." Jim, the officer, demanded.

I frowned, realizing what I had to do. Aw fuck. I gripped the small blade tightly in my hand as I held it over my arm. I had to cut so enough blood was spilled for me to need April, but not enough that my life was actually in danger. I frowned, as I stared at my lightly scarred arm.I had tried self harm a few times. It wasn't exactly an uncommon practice amongst omegas. It didn't really do anything for me though so I quickly stopped. Still, because so many around me did it, I had a decent idea of where to cut. Carefully, I dug the blade into my forearm, going horizontally as I made sure to nick my blood vessel.

I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

The mafia side built empires on the things those systems couldn't see. By 7:45 I was in the Maybach again, heading to the Bronx warehouse. Marco drove silent. I scrolled messages ,rival moves in Queens, a shipment delay in Jersey, a name I hadn't heard in years Enzo Bianchi surfacing in whispers.I closed the tablet. Some ghosts you didn't chase. You waited for them to come to you.Warehouse district smelled of rust and salt water. Luca waited outside the loading dock, cigarette between his fingers."Boss," he said, falling in step. "Everything's accounted for. No leaks.""Good."Inside crates stacked high, men in black jackets unloading discreetly. I walked the rows, checking seals. One crate h

She had to move with a special material that kept her heart stable, for she would also be a weak Omega if not for her wolf, Bambi the executioner. I stood my ground, staring at her hair as it fell right down. There was nothing I could do to stop her from denying such an incessant act of jealousy. I also felt that way whenever other ladies challenged me for him. “What’s happened here?” The ground shook. We exchanged glances, taking our eyes towards the sound of the grumbling noise. Ryu stood there, a roughed-up boar hanging around his neck. He wasn’t putting on clothes, and his broad chest caught my attention. He was dripping, his well-sculpted abs glistening with each movement he made under

Luca Romano, the identity I would spent months creating, was ready to enter the mafia world. Six months prior. "Cross, I want him in chains." The director's tone was cold as he slid a thick file across the table. I flipped it open, revealing photo after photo of Dante Valenci—mid-thirties, tall, fighter-like physique. Sharp Italian features, with black ink curling up his forearms. A man dressed in power. A man whose name instilled fear in every criminal organization from New York to Sicily. "No one has ever gotten close to him," the director explained. "He operates like a ghost—untouchable and untraceable. But we have finally found a way in."

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.

Despite his deep disdain for the criminal underworld, he still believed there was a way to clear his name without compromising his values. Damon’s eyes lit up with a hint of amusement at Dean’s response, a knowing smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. "Didn't you say you didn’t like the mafia?" His voice dropped a little, now laced with sarcasm. "So, you're willing to trust the 'justice' the mafia brings you?" His words were sharp, probing, like a thorn meant to uncover the internal conflict Dean was trying to suppress. The mockery in his tone was unmistakable, yet there was an undeniable truth in his observation.

(Sato Akiko, what do you want from me after all these years? - You know I'm Americanized. Now, I'm Akiko Sato. - Forget your weird ways. I don't have time to waste. – the Yakuza answers . - Jeez, always the same. Okay, I'll cut to the chase. I needed you to "lend" me your men in New York. I'm in the big apple. The Yakuza laughs. - Akiko, who do you think you are? You were always very snobbish. You should be more humble, as a good girl have to be.

A few short moments later, there was the sound of several gunshots and screams, and all was then quiet. Find your way out of your cage. And if you can’t find an exit, make one. ‘Easy for you to say.’ Ren thought to himself. [1] Yakuza: Yakuza is also known as gokudo, and they are members of traditional organised criminal syndicates in Japan