My Akuma (Book One of The Yakuza Series) (✔️)

九 (Nine)

(Ryu's POV)

I stood on Meiji-Dori street looking around. Sato's men would be obvious to spot. They weren't very good at blending in.

"What are you looking for?" Vince asked.

I ignored him.

Shortly after that, I saw what I needed to see. Three men standing outside the tattoo shop. Their body language and clothing gave them away.

"Stories about you true?" I asked.

"What stories?"

"Twitchy finger when it comes to your gun?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You might need it." I said taking off towards the shop.

He was quick to follow.

Seeing the tattoo peeking out on my neck, the guys at the door did nothing to stop us from walking in.

I made a mental note as we walked in.

Three at the door.
Two men inside by the door.
Two men at the back of the shop.
One sitting in a waiting chair.
Three tattooists.
One getting tattooed.
Twelve men all together.

"What can I do you for you?" One tattooist said.

"Sato around?" I asked causing all men to go on alert.

"Who is asking?" One guy by the door.

"I am. I know he's here. You wouldn't be so antsy if he wasn't."

No one said anything.

But that doesn't mean I couldn't hear them.

My eyes scanned the room and I smirked when I saw it.

"So he's not here," I said putting my hair up. "That's a shame. I had something to tell him."

"Regarding what?" One tattooist asked.

"The man he's been looking for for almost ten years."

"Akuma?" One guy said quietly, like saying it too loud was like saying Beetlejuice three times.

"We'll be going then." I said turning back towards the door.

Vince opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he saw my hands. I was locking the door.

"On second thought," I said turning back towards them.

"What?" One man asked.

"I'd like a tattoo." I said.

"Have a seat then." That tattooist said patting his chair.

I sat on the chair and untucked my shirt from my pants before unbuttoning it. Vince was staring at me with a confused look on his face.

The man rolled over on his chair with a book in hand.

"What would you like?" He asked holding out the book.

The next five seconds happened fast for me but probably slow motion for everyone else. I slammed his head against the metal part of the chair, slammed the other tattooist's head against the wall, and had a knife to the throat of the man getting a tattoo.