Yakuza Villain Novels & Stories

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. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

He's dark-skinned with gold rings on every finger and a lazy smile that never really reached his eyes. He was the youngest Don at the table, having inherited the cartel after his father's mysterious death. His second in command was a woman who had sharp-featured and watchful, with a pistol tucked into her belt despite the no-weapons rule. Takeshi Yamamoto of the Yakuza sat motionless as a statue. He was the oldest man in the room with a face with roadmaps of wrinkles. His eyes were two dark stones that revealed nothing. His grey kimono was immaculate, and the katana that should have been confiscated at the door still rested across his lap, because Takeshi Yamamoto went nowhere without his sw

I croak out, my throat dry and fighting against every inch of my body screaming out in pain. This question seems to confuse him, and he leans forward, not breaking eye contact. “Why do you ask that question like you know who I am?” “Of course, I know who you are!” I exclaim, my eyes screwed up as I bite back the pain. “You’re Dante Dragonetti, once known as il Drago, the most feared Mafia leader in New York!” “Bullshit!” he exclaims, and I feel a blow land against my cheek. I taste blood in my mouth and chuckle. “Well, that’s who you were before Allessio turned you into a mind-controlled freak of nature.”

"We have found out the spy that divulged our plan. We have a theory that Ivanov is involved!" Ivanov! Russian mafia, Yvan Ivanov, was their ruthless leader. We have the same age and same greedy blood thirst running through our veins. Aside from AO Gang, Yvan Ivanov was my mortal enemy for years. We were once blood brothers, but he betrayed me and the gang. I was supposed to punish him death, but I gave him exile instead. That's the biggest mistake I had ever done in my life.

Sometimes I hold him back before he wipes out half of the Russian population, and sometimes I don't. “Quiet Volk!” Viktor snaps at him in Russia. “You don't go around pointing your gun at whoever you want to. This is the yakuza we are talking about. They have forces.” Viktor points out and I totally agree with him. Everyone does, he's the strategist and probably the wisest. Viktor doesn't just make decisions, he thinks and acts on things that will benefit him. “And we do too. They strike, we strike back.”

“A drug gang.” Her jaw clenched. “You run a drug gang?” I nodded once. “Yes.” A beat of silence. Then— “You run a fucking drug gang??” Her voice rose, and I swore Ivy twitched in her crib. “Kelly…” She threw her hands up. “Oh, so you’re not just some CEO, or a businessman, or a mysterious man who works late nights, you’re a whole drug lord??” I dragged a hand down my face. “Not lord. That’s dramatic.”

I hiss, “that pathetic piece of shit you call a father, sold you the moment it became convenient. Do you know what kind of man does that? A gutless pig, a spineless dog who will slit throats for a payday and call it business.” My tongue slides along the curve of her lips, tasting her hesitation, her submission. She gasps, again, and it fuels me further. “He’s been working with the Japanese Yakuzas,” I continue, “the Chinese Triads, the Black Eyes. And those you thought were his enemies?” I lean closer, my lips grazing hers. “They aren’t. They’re his fucking partners. And do you know the worst part?” Her eyes widen, and I can feel her breath catch in her throat.

Not long after, the esteemed bosses were arriving one by one. “Firipin e okaerinasai,” greeted Rios as he and Kenji Takahashi bowed formally toward each other. The serious man, whose voice was soft but always made Rios nervous, had come all the way from Osaka, Japan. Takahashi was a former enforcer in the Yamaguchi-gumi syndicate, but had risen as the leader of his own splinter group. He didn’t talk much, but when it came to business, he was always eager to share how he grew his empire, which was through tech, crypto laundering, and, of course, his brutal efficiency. He was known as the kind of man who eliminated rivals before they even spoke. The Japanese man was accompanied by the Shimizu-

That scar… god that intriguing scar that stretched from the top of his left lip down to his jaw only added to his charm in a strange unsettling way. The man sitting opposite him was leaner with a black fade haircut, ink creeping up his neck and knuckles. Kenji Sato — the Japanese yakuza leader that based in the heart of the country —Tokyo city. Alina recognized the sly man instantly. “Who's that with the Don?” Mira whispered to Alina. “Quiet.” She murmured back. Antonio's smooth voice spoke out. “What makes you think this Alliance you're proposing will benefit me?”

Luca's Pov I could feel the tension shift in the room. Almost like a hush fell on everything breathing and not. The Viper was not a name to be messed with in the mafia world. Everyone knew this whether affiliated with the mafia or not. Ken Kaori, a one time most wanted assassin, head of the Japanese mafia, drug lord and head of a global trafficking ring. Also known as The Viper. I never knew he and Vincent were on a first name basis. I knew everything about the Moreau mob syndicate. Everything but this tiny bit of information.