Yakuza Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

ᯓ★ Ginger rushed to the villain’s lair, breathing heavily because she was in a hurry and didn’t want to be late. If she wanted to stay longer in her enemies’ workplace and be successful with the execution of her revenge plan, then she would need to follow one of the codes of conduct, which was punctual. “Wait, hold the elevator!” Yelled, Ginger at the person who was about to enter the elevator while she was running. She was so busy catching her breath, she didn’t notice it was Charlie. Ginger just realized it when Charlie spoke.

my breath got caught in my throat as my mind processed the amount they probably staked. Before I could confirm my thoughts, a loud bell rang throughout the room. My eyes caught a man standing in a blue sparkly suit in the middle of the ring. "Ladies and gentlemen. This is the moment you've all been waiting for— The screams intensified, galling only when he waved a red flag. "Six of our top fighters would be battling for the position 'Lord of Axe,' and the winner gets to go home with a whopping sum of ten million. ARE. YOU. READY?"

I shrugged my shoulders, almost walking out of the room so they wouldn't think wrongly about us but stopped when he said that. "I will, very soon." He managed to say, looking away, pressing his teeth together. “Oh, now after what happened, you still want revenge? Everyone is present, why don’t you slap me here and end this charade?” I jeered, knowing my words were agonizing to him. He opened his mouth to speak but I looked dead into his eyes with my scornful smile. “Because at this point, to me, you and your fucking revenge can go to tell, Mr. Layne. I am not afraid of a pathetic man like you. In fact, show me what you can do.”

The first time I allowed myself to feel, it nearly destroyed me silly. I need some shit to distract me. I turn back to my laptop, pulling up an email I had to act on. Three images appear on the screen. The first shows Mr. La Rosa, Cara’s father, standing beside a Japanese man whose attire and demeanor scream Yakuza. A Japanese mafia. The second captures Mr. La Rosa again. But this time, handing a file to a man. The emblem on the man’s jacket gives him away as a member of the Gambino family. They were known rivals of the La Rosa empire but it seems they are working together now.

Others with thinly veiled resentment. I didn’t care either way. I adjusted my cufflinks, the crisp linen of my tailored suit a stark contrast to the filth of this place. I wasn’t here to blend in. I was here to hunt. And my prey sat right in front of me. Takeshi Sato. He was a Yakuza associate. Greedy, sloppy and weak. The bastard was drowning in liquor, his arm draped around a half-dressed woman who laughed at something he said, even though the light in her eyes was long gone. He hadn’t noticed me yet.

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.”

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.”

To the point that his victims plead for their deaths. I waited by my floor-to-ceiling window for the Reaper to arrive when suddenly, the air in the room began to change. Almost as if the temperature in the room drastically dropped several degrees. I turned to see the most intimidating man in my life. There standing at the entrance of my office, was a tall, brooding man dressed all in black. Chains hanging from his side, along with the noticeable outline of a gun protruding from the back of his pants. His tight buttoned-up shirt was barely able to conceal his tight muscles. He wore an all-black blazer and black skinny jeans. The tattoos on his arms crept out from where he had rolled up the sl

“We move within twenty-four hours.” “Tokyo’s not a quick job,” she said. “We’ll need assets in place.” “You’ll take Marco and Alexi. I’ll activate Yuki from the deep list. She’s based in Osaka.” Camilla studied him. “You believe him?” “I believe he’s desperate,” Riccardo said. “And desperate men tell the truth when it serves them.” As they walked down the corridor, Riccardo’s voice lowered. “He said Valentin’s planning to erase the underworld. One figure at a time.”

Well, since I’m feeling generous, I’ll indulge you. Eleven years ago, my father had dealings with the Yakuza. He never shared all the details, but it had something do with Adira’s grandfather’s betrayal. My father, seeking revenge against the family that had nearly ruined ours, reached out to the Kumicho to form an alliance. But the Yakuza don’t help anyone without a personal gain. That’s where the matter of marriage was introduced. A contract, sealed in blood, between my father and Yuna’s father—a deal Baba believed they’d honour, bound by their sacred code: Ninkyo dō, was signed.