Yakuza Oc Novels & Stories

Jean chirped, immediately looping his arm with mine. “The Yakuza is actually real. That’s what I mean,” Angelo said with a mini shrug. “I know quite a few of them, actually, but we have different territories, so you don’t have to worry about them getting invited to the party. We don’t mix unless it’s absolutely necessary,” he finished with a calm smile. “Wait, wait,” Jean chirped, letting go of my hand and walking over to grab Angelo’s sleeve instead. “Do they use giant bread knives like in the movies and all that?” he asked, clinging onto Angelo’s arm.

Japan is a country where it was legal for people to form gangs. Therefore, there were various gangs and organizations in this country’s society. The famous movie star, Jackie Chan, had once starred in a movie named . The background of the plot in the movie was about the Japanese yakuza. In Japan, the Yamaguchi Group and the Inagawa-kai were naturally the leader and bosses at the top of the pyramid. However, not all yakuza were from the Yamaguchi Group or the Inagawa-kai.

Inside a small, hidden club buried in the depths of a narrow backstreet, a man sat in the corner, his body marked with fresh wounds, his face shadowed beneath the brim of his cap. Renjiro Takahashi. Once, he had been the most ruthless enforcer of Japan’s largest Yakuza clan. His name alone had been enough to send shivers through the criminal underworld. But tonight, he was a fugitive. Cast out after a brutal coup that had stripped him of everything. An old man, short and wrinkled, took a seat across from him, sliding a small cup of sake across the table. "I heard you almost died," the old man murmured. Renjiro lifted his gaze, his eyes cold and unreadable. He grabbed the cup, downing it in o

Flo Romano died the night she ran away. For six years, she has lived as Antonia—a skilled hacker with no past, no family, and no intention of ever looking back. Until she walks into a six-month mafia recruitment program and finds herself surrounded by the DeLuca brothers. Raffaele is the ruthless Don who can't stand her defiance. Giovanni is the broken enforcer who never thought he'd feel desire again. And Theo is the brilliant hacker who finds her impossible to resist. They were never supposed to want the same woman. They have never shared a woman. But somehow, they all want her. Then a powerful Sicilian Don sets his sights on her too. Four dangerous men. On

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.

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.

they all stare at me and then throw their heads back and laugh at me, that pisses me off and seems to clear some of this lust that’s clouding my judgment, while they are all still laughing I manage to elbow the one holding me in his lap and lunge for what I’m hoping is the exit but just as I make it to the handle I am throw backwards and land with a thud on the lounge all there of them crowd me with eyes as black as night and there canines have started to protrude, they look more animal than man right now, even slightly dripping saliva onto me, The deep growl the rumbles from there chests has me shivering with fear and excitement I try and scoot back on the lounge but they grab my legs and d

As I read and scanned the images and papers one by one, Chief Jackson began explaining. "We gathered reports that Rafael Jewry was once a member of the mafia group, AO, here in the states. I'm sure you are familiar with those initials!" "Yeah! AO Gang was once the strongest mafia in New York. Till the authorities captured each member including their leader four years ago!" AO, an abbreviation for Alpha Omega. The only mafia group that could be compared to MM Scarface, one of the most powerful mafia groups in Italy.

She was a toothless dog, one that can only bark. "My sweet child," Ejima gnashed her teeth as memories sips out of her skin. Bozo was no longer breathing, his eyes were closed and the life in him seemed to have disappeared. "Well, well. That went well," Uche chuckled, "I just won a war before it even started." "Murderer," Ejima yelled. "Oh," Uche lifted his hands in submission, "you know you are next, right?"

Shutting my eyes, I leaned against the nearest surface and let my gun lax in my hand, using my other hand to run through my hair. We were so close to getting any information from them. I saw it from their tattoos alone. They weren't normal thugs. Those were the thugs from the Mafia, no doubt sent by their leader, Cross Margiello. It had been years since he'd practically taken over this city, yet no matter how hard we tried we hadn't gotten a single trace of him. Nothing to pin him down with when even his lowest ranking members proved elusive. This was a good opportunity and it was screwed up. Now we had to hide while at their mercy. I had no doubt that they would have left.