Yakuza Oc Romane & Geschichten

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

The next morning came, and as usual, Hajime is not at home again, but Lazarus decided to wake up early before he can even leave. Lazarus secretly follows Hajime on his way to this "hideout" he mentioned last night. As soon as they reach their destination, Lazarus peeks through the gaps between the metal railings surrounding the area. Inside the vicinity, there are bikes everywhere, a familiar uniform on each member, and they're a set of gangs. It's looks like a yakuza hideout. Lazarus saw Hajime wearing a uniform with a symbol on it, and his eyes widened.

Well, well… this changes everything. I stood at my office window overlooking Manhattan’s magnificent skyline, like a predator examining his territory. Except that it wasn’t completely mine yet. Not until Alexander was out of the way. My phone buzzed. Without looking, I responded. “Speak.” “The Yakuza want their balance by month’s end,” came the chilly voice of Kenji, my contact in Tokyo. “Or they’ll take what you love most.” I clinched my teeth, squeezing the phone closer. “I said I’d have it.”

He spoke in an emotionless tone making Summer go quite. "Fine. I am forgiving you." She held the strips of her bag. "But you have to buy me lunch today and I not not letting you go easily." She told him making him smile. He nodded. "I will buy you whatever you want to eat." "Okay then... let's go." She started walking while this time he was walking beside her matching their foot steps. "Alex won't bully you now. Do you have that tattoo? Where is it on your body?" Every Yakuza member would get a tattoo either on neck or shoulder or hand to indicate their organization. The tattoo were different for every rank and as he was the next in line, his tattoo was just like his father.

I greeted. “Hibiki? What’s going on?” he questioned, his tone going serious. “I’ve got yakuza watching my place. I knew something like this would happen. McGuire and the higher-ups are letting the boss go, and as the only Japanese guy in our precinct, I’m getting targeted.” I explained. “Why do you figure?” Rickie asked. “As far as the yakuza mindset goes, you stick to your own nationality. So to them, me being Japanese means I should be on their side. So they see me as a traitor cause I helped get them caught.” I explained.

Open his hands," Rafael ordered his men. They quickly obeyed, revealing the man's bruised and bloodied fingers. The man let out a pained groan as his hands were forced open, revealing the extent of the damage done to them. Rafael's eyes narrowed as he inspected the injuries, his expression hardening with each passing second. "You will pay for what you have done," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. The man's eyes widened in fear as he realized the severity of his situation. Rafael was not a man to be trifled with, especially when it came to protecting his loved ones. With a flick of his wrist, Rafael signaled for his men to bring shotguns, a chilling reminder of the consequences of cr

I won't keep her, even if I want to. But there's a part of me that wishes I could skip all these games and simply say what I feel. I step into the sushi restaurant with Lycus on my heels. The girl up front knows we're coming—this place is controlled by the local Japanese Yakuza organization, another minor crime family in the region—and leads me into a back room. It's hazy with cigar smoke, and Don Pavone is already there, the big man leaning back in his chair with an ugly little smile on his lips. Standing behind him is his underboss, Renzo Nasato. The guards and soldiers were all left outside.

Clara quickly retorted to keep up with Lucas's banter; she didn't want to be defeated. Lucas was about to say something, but he held back upon hearing his phone ring. "Yeah, Jamie?" Lucas moved his head away, "Rafael said that? Okay, I'll do it." Clara turned her head when she heard the name Rafael. It had been two weeks, but of course, she hadn't forgotten Lucas' story about Rafael—Rafael Wagner, a dangerous man who controlled the underground network and a part of the economy in the United States and Europe which means he controlled almost all of the world's economy.

* “Please spare me! I am only doing what they have told me to do, I have nothing against you!” that is what a man said – a man that is cornered by Shin. He is a man that is one of the underlings of the Black Scorpio clan, a huge group that is similar to that of a yakuza. A yakuza is a foreign term order to define a group that does criminal actions, participates in fights with other clans, and does things that are considered to be against the law of a country or even against the rule of law.

It’s infuriating, how my body reacts to the sound of him. “Tell me about this supplier.” “It’s the Yakuza,” Marco sounds confident. The yakuza? Isn’t that like the Japan version of Italian mafias. A harsh, barking laugh comes from Renzo. “You want us to believe you have links to the Yakuza? You?” “What about that?” Marco’s words thrum with frustration. “You couldn’t get the info on the arsons, you spineless mofo.” Oh, that’s Renzo. Things are really getting pretty heated. This is the time I should probably take my leave.