Yakuza Villain Novels & Stories

Why not Copycat? My head spun as I tried to put the pieces together. Lance taking out a hit on me. Then coming after me himself when The Dark Lord failed. The lack of immediate retaliation from the Yakuza. Lance didn't show up after seven years of playing dead because of his undying love for JR. He came to eliminate his competition. "I'm a Yakuza boss?" I muttered stupidly. "Looks that way. Apparently it's your birthright. A fact that Ill Padrino conveniently neglected to mention," said Jack, tossing me a smug grin before redirecting his attention to the phone in Will's hand.

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.

And they cut the call. "Did you know who kidnapped your son?" Ethan's voice came from behind her and she tensed. "A criminal, Andrew's enemy." She said rather angrily as she turned to face him. "That man wasn't Andrew's enemy until Andrew killed that motherfucker John." Ethan said. Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" She inquired in a small voice. "The one who kidnapped Lucas was John's fucking brother Serrano. He wants Vengeance for his brother's death. He wasn't any mafia enemy." All of a sudden she stopped breathing.

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

Yamamoto was confident that he was never wrong in assessing and recognising someone, even if he had only met them once and only briefly. His special ability led Yamamoto to become one of the leaders of the Yakuza—the largest mafia organisation in Japan—as well as being a direct descendant of one of the Yakuza's top leaders. Several of his fingers were missing, a sign that he had once made a grave mistake and received a very cruel punishment. The man narrowed his eyes, giving his full attention to a photo that he had deliberately cut out, leaving only the part showing the woman wearing a veil. In appearance, she did indeed resemble someone who would join a radical organisation and attach a su

Austin stared at the man who still had his black sunglasses on, "Who are you and why are you telling me all of this and how can I know you are not giving me false information and lying to my goddamn face, old man," "Kazuno Daiki," The old man introduced himself. He took off his sunglasses and Austin noticed he was wearing a left eye patch, "The leader of Kazuno Clan, my older brother dug out my left eye with his own hand. He was afraid of the growing power I had and I was thrown into a foreign land," Austin winced and looked away, "What do you want from me? You can't be telling me this for no reason," "Revenge," Daiki stated. Austin turned his head back to him and waited for an explanation,

As a result of his greedy quest for power, Yoshiro deposed his own father, Hatake Nagama, killing him and his trustees in cold blood, to assume the post of Oyabun. Yoshiro was a ruthless mindless killer, worse than his father. He suspending the moral code of the Yakuza, indulging in the capture and sale of women and girls for exploitative reasons. He auctioned his lot at an open slave market, selling them to the highest bidder, in and out of Asia. The Yakuza conquer the whole of Asia under Yoshiro, earning him a badge of respect amongst his contemporaries. After Khalid, Yoshiro was the next most wanted criminals on the earth. They evaded the long arms of the law, bypassing arrest, and escapi

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.

Kian hissed in anger and tried to intimidate the once meek lady but surprisingly, she remained unfazed. "Too early for you to decide, noh? If not me, then who?" "...." "Johann, the crown prince? he's a psychopath just like his mother. The son of Duke Pariata? He's a jerk who's only fond of chasing ladies. Son of Duke Winston, we all know how much of a greed he is, right?" "..." "I know it won't be easy to earn your trust but I'll tell you this..." "....."

I said, my heart breaking for the homeless people who were captured by that damn bastard. "This man has caused more death and destruction in New York in the past few weeks than we've seen in years. Not even the Marinos had done something like this before." Cole sighed into my ear and I clicked the mouse and the screen changed. "This is his business partner, Boar. That was all we could get on him, he is an infamous yakuza leader. Together they seem to have started this operation but suddenly, Boar cut ties with Sasha." Another swipe. "Renato Marino. We want to believe he's going to take Boar's position and continue this operation with Sasha."