Yakuza Stories Novels & Stories

-Because Ruben is very special. -Let's see, let's see, tell me. -He is from a family that has money, and there are only two brothers, so they give everything to both of them, he works with his father in his construction business, but you know, he is a bald guy with no education, when he can he rejoices making fun of whoever he lets, he is a lout, so be careful with him, he only uses people and he is a womanizer. -Yes.

(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.

“Come on, you know she’s not my type. I’m into redheads with green eyes. Your woman does not fit that description—not even close.” There was something about redheads that drove him crazy. I didn’t understand why he had such a fascination with physical appearance. I cleared my throat and turned to a more serious conversation. “Did Nikita get anything out of those men we captured?” “They are not Yakuza, that’s for sure.” Fuck, if it wasn’t the Yakuza or the Italians, who else was attacking me and my territory? I didn’t think of another enemy besides the Yakuza and the Cosa Nostra.

My expression remained unchanged. I pulled out a handkerchief from my suit jacket and cleaned my face. “Then you should also know, Romano… there are worse fates than death.” I leaned in, voice low. “And here’s something you should know about the Japanese mafia. They have their ways of making people talk. Ways that are more gruesome than ours.” I stayed calm and collected, despite the raging fury inside me. “There are more ways to make you wish for death,” I said coldly, watching Romano’s smirk break.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

“Between you and him, I’m starting to think you’re the bigger problem.” Kai smiled. “I might not be the bigger psycho. But I definitely want to teach him a lesson.” “Oh God,” Martin muttered. “This sounds like the start of a very bad love story.” Kai turned to him. “Actually, I need your help.” Martin groaned. “No.” “Tell me about the tattoo,” Kai said. “The Yakuza one.” Martin stiffened. Kai watched him carefully. “From what I know, they’re the Japanese mafia. But that’s the surface version. What are they really?”

I complained. In the car, Dexter ask me various questions and gives me a lot of information on how to handle the Yakuza and how their custom and stuff. Well, some make me culture shock but that's also fine. I learn Japanese due to my likings to their culture but Yakuza's culture is quite something. Their hierarchy though is not as complex as ours in America. Dexter smiles knowing that I'm well prepared about this. In a way, I exceeded his expectation. From his information, the Yakuza hierarchy starts with the boss called Oyabun, then the second in command which is called Wakagashira, and his lieutenant called Shategashira. Other than that, Yakuza have their personal advisor or Cheif of Staff

"Yes. Don't worry. I told him that you are a friend." I began to worry. Why the hell would the leader of the Yakuza tribe want to see me anyways? Last I heard, they had stopped slicing people open and used more guns. And they had also become investors and corporatocrats, moving money from oil fields to offshore bank accounts. "You also told him I have no plan to join the tribe?" I asked. Zai laughed hard. "You do know how to crack a joke. We don't recruit Americans, Caine. We only take in Japanese. So don't wet your pants."

Marina said, obviously teasing. She might be a stern lady, but her homorous side comes out like this whenever Niccolo is around. "Kaito Nakamura, he's in the country already with seven other members of his family." Massimo said, crushing all humour. Kaito is the Yakuza; boss of the Japanese mafia empire who succeeded in incorporating all his family members into his empire wings. "Nelson briefed us already. We only need the specifics since you've refused to send the mail" Niccolo said, drumming his finger pads on the desk.

He said it firmly, still locking eyes with me like he was issuing a direct challenge. I didn’t flinch. I simply watched him patiently, letting the silence stretch. My fingers drummed lightly on the arm of my chair as I took in the faces around the table, each one a king in his own bloody empire, each one hungry for more power. Kenji Sato, the leader of the Yakuza clan, sat quietly, his dark eyes observing everything without a word yet. Patrick O’Connell, the Irish mob boss, lounged back with a half-smirk, twirling a glass of water between his fingers as if this were all some grand entertainment. “It’s obvious the city has become unstable due to the constant retaliation, and everyone’s losing