Yakuza Sera Novels & Stories

His lips are set in a grim line when he looks at Robert, who flinches under Aiko’s gaze. Aiko dips his hand into his pocket and brings out a card. One that he stretches over to Taylor while still looking at me. “Perhaps, you might want to give us a call should you want to do business. You know what we, the Yakuza, have to offer. It will be very beneficial.” I have no doubt that it will. I nod once, and Taylor gets the memo, immediately pocketing the card. Aiko dips his head and leaves together with his men, and immediately they shut the door behind them, I turn to Robert.

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. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

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.

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.

"What the hell are you talking about?" "The fact that I discovered, or rather, of the great possibility, although I still have no solid evidence that connects it directly to the facts," I remarked the last sentence very forcefully, "that my father-in-law, the Yakuza as such, has been doing business with the corrupt clan of the camorra in such a way that history takes complete turns involving even the Chechens themselves. According to my informant, the Yakuza is the most benefited from the route and, although the evidence is not entirely conclusive, the suspicion is valid. "You have to be lying to me, Hiroshi Yagami is the most upright man I know, he agrees that they are solid and when he all

"My name is Nakamura, my surname is not important. And Let's just say we have a common enemy. Mr. Rinaldi" Sergio's suspicion grew. "What do you want?" "We know about your... disagreement with your family, we know how these Mafia families tend to half-bloods like yourself," the man said smoothly. "And we know you’re not happy with the current situation." Sergio's heart pounded. "What's it to you?" The man stepped closer, his smile fading into a more serious expression. "We represent the Yakuza. And we have a proposition for you." Sergio's eyes widened in surprise. "The Yakuza? After what you did to Isla?"

She cried. Slash! “Ahhhhh!” Some of the maidens screamed as she fell to the floor, her blood flowing out like a river. “I would like to make an announcement.” Ryu’s fierce voice brought me back to reality. His gaze was directed towards me. He began. "With the passing of my personal assistant, whose mate's bond with the perpetrator caused this, I would like to take this opportunity to appoint a new wolf.” I observed the surroundings, and to my surprise, no one was wailing anymore. They were all filled with laughter and joy, acknowledging Sasha as a criminal.

As much as I hated his point, it made a whole lot of sense, especially with Serafina's frivolous nature. A few of the members nodded in agreement. Majority actually. They just never hesitated to throw anyone into the wolves to save their ass. Typical mafia characteristic. My eyes traced to the left and fell on a special person. “What's your take, Maximum?” His name tasted like venom on my tongue. “Nothing much.” He shrugged. “Just anything to get my money back.” “Seems fair.” I retorted with a smirk. Ruben approached me at that moment and whispered the only thing that elated me a bit, given the dark circumstances. I gave him a few instructions and as he left the room, stood up to get a bette

if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku. Seisaju : Well Shinjuku we're here. Shinjuku : Yessss Now let the games begin. S1 E10 "Life or Death"

She also learned that her brother was an 'otaku', a Japanese anime fanatic, and was going to learn Japanese over the summer. Serafina was impressed with him and found herself enjoying his company, cracking jokes, and talking about school. Without realization, she started talking to him about her problems and was surprised when he just nodded along, not judging her, forcing her to come to the realization that he was very easy to talk to.