Yamaguchi Novels & Stories

Chapter 32 "Jonas Welas, what brings you here?" Welas asked. He walked to his nephew and hugged him warmly. "I just wanted to visit you," he said casually, then he turned to look at Lili. "She's Lili, CEO of the Giant Company Group," said Welas, introducing the woman. "Lili, a woman who is famous for being great in business?" asked Jonas in awe. Lili smiled proudly. "Yes, Lili from Yuzong City."

I knew just how to fix both their asses though. "Thanks Grimaldi that's very nice of you now can we get back to work?" "Sure, I just came by to give Katarina her little gift. I know how she loves speed so when I saw this little beauty I knew she had to have it. It's the only one like it in the states I think there's only a handful in existence. It goes from zero to sixty in two point four seconds."

Steve joked, which was immediately reciprocated by Fiona. *** Fiona snorted. Her bead stared at a man she was of course familiar with. He's Sam Smith, the future CEO of S Group and her college friend. Jack certainly knew Sam because the man used to visit his house a lot. "Dad just wants the best for you," Jack said. The woman named Fiona Aubrey snored softly. The same remarks that parents always say to their children. Jack didn't even understand Fiona, but the man now assumed that he knew everything.

“Can you please book me an Uber? I couldn’t find my phone. I think I lost it somewhere.” He caught her when she was about to fall and wrapped his muscular arm around her waist before forcing her toward the stool. She didn’t recognize him because she was smiling at him. She stroked his face with her fingers. “You’ve got beautiful eyes. They look like the ocean, deep blue.”

We strided out of the place in few minutes and we were on the lanes once again. We entered to the city of Akihabara as we drove through the streets and stopped at a place called Yamano. It was a small meat restaurant in Akihabara with only 17 seats. Zen told me that Yamano serves finest quality of A5 rank Japanese beef and some of the most rare part of meat. As well as Yakiniku (Japanese style BBQ) dish, hot pot dishes are their another specialty. I was excited as well as curious at how amazing it must taste to earn such a feat to be called the best maet restaurant. We walked into the restaurant as we were greeted by a elderly woman leading us to our seats. She handed us the menu. I looked a

Yagami said and left. *** "Tomo, how are you?" Yagami asked. "I am fine, how are you my love?" Tomo asked. "I am fine, being besides you like this makes me fine no matter what is going through my mind Tomo," Yagami said. "What is going through your mind, is it about the ship that landed?" Tomo asked. "Well, duty might call and I am afraid I may be seperated from you and never return," Yagami said. Tomo started crying for she was too soft at heart, "why would you say such a thing My love?" She asked.

"Boss, I have the investigation on the Yakuza oyabun, and you won't believe it if I tell you, so I'm leaving you the photos," said Massimo, my most trusted man. I took the folder from his hands, and inside were the movements of the man I was doing business with: Hiroshi Yagami. He played the role of the oyabun of the largest Asian mafia, one that had taken root in California during the diaspora of the Second World War. Like many others, including the Camorra itself that I currently led, they had claimed territory and established themselves until the place became their home.

I awkwardly state, hoping they couldn't smell my arousal. I manage to slip Sage's hands off me, sending him a glare, to which he responds with a chuckle, focusing back on his food and leaving me aching for more. Fuck! Damn you, Sage Mickleson! "So Lyra, what do you have an interest in joining? I mean, you have been in this family for a while now, and" Sage's mom cuts Damien off and says, "Yes. Damien is right. What interest do you have? You are to join the company as well."

Mikhail likes, well, I’m not really sure how to describe his tastes, but I don’t really care for the females we share for more than a couple of sessions. Hail's females are very needy, and expect constant instruction and care to boot. Roman is as tough as they come. He is better left alone. The few occasions he does bring someone home, they are hell beasts or amazons that are more than capable of breaking us in half. All of my brothers are assholes, but he pretty well takes the cake in that department and would sooner deck someone then ever explain himself. Malachi, on the other hand, likes every one and is liked by every one and has no discernible taste other than his food having a pulse.

First, we needed to get her home and safe. “Since when has that Asshat ever been helpful or given us any information?” I asked exasperated. The Alpha of the Margam territory, Jeremy Lewis was enough of a Bell end that he actually introduced himself the people as Alpha Jezz. Jezz? What the hell kind of grown man wants to be called the nickname he was clearly given by his high school rugby team?