Mafia: An Interactive Wattpad Book

1. A Mongrel's Mess

Ichigo Okamoto

"I told you I'm ready. When the day came that Yuri Honjo(cover photo)made herself known, I wasn't going to waste my opportunity."

The jade-eyed Okamoto frowned behind his custom made gas mask. "I could care less if it was just a mix up. She had to have known what she was doing when she ushered my name on the stand that day."

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Three weeks ago, a bank robbery had taken place on the intersection of Pensbrook and Otakata in Tokyo, Japan at the NeoSaka National Bank. Yuri Honjo, an accomplice to the operation, was a decoy outside in the public view on her laptop on a park bench adjacent to the building wearing a business suit with a white-colored wig that curved just before the shoulders, alerting her foot soldiers of any possible threat when it came to police activity. Ichigo, a college student at the time, was riding his skateboard curbside when it had nudged the edge of the sidewalk and caused him to fly forward, ramming into the crime specialist and causing a major scene as the laptop busted into pieces. Ichigo's student ID had also come flying out of his back pocket and into plain sight.

"Whoah!! Sorry, miss!! Are you okay?"

He stood, not minding to check on himself first as he assisted the assaulted woman.

Yuri forced a smile and played her part not to attract too much attention, quickly picking up her now dismantled property. Her bounty was still very much at an all-time high, and even a little bit of familiarity in her facial features could cause a captial-wide uproar.

"I'm fine! I'm fine!" She assured, gently shooing him away.

The light-haired young man nodded aburptly, seeing everything was in fact okay and decided to hop back on his skateboard before his name was called out.

"Huh?"

"Okamoto, Ichigo? From the notorious Okamoto Crime Family?" Yuri sounded very intrigured.

Ichigo, however, sighed internally as he noticed his school ID had fallen out and was now in her right hand. "You must have the wrong guy."

She nodded slowly, handing his personal item over. "That's a name no one can simply forget when they see it. I'll pretend I had no idea. Our secret, yeah?"

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Kenny Okamoto, the family's head leader and shot-caller, grinned deviously. "I brought you in because you had no choice. You think I was going to let someone with the family name rot in prison like a good-for-nothing? Dishonoring the Okamoto legacy by letting a rat get away with the cat's prize. No. You're going to settle your debt to me tonight. Honjo is making a run at another stick-up on the other side of Tokyo." He gathered a manilla envelope and tossed it at his younger cousin's feet. They were the documents needed whenever someone needed to be taken care- papers that told you alot about who they were.

Ichigo, although eager to right a wrong in his life, came to his senses. "The other side? You mean-"

Kenny chuckled and rose from his leather business chair, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his his Gevenchy slacks, a gold rolex ticking at every second if the meeting.

"Do not mind the Miyazaki. They should know better than to butt in on our business matters. If they do, it's quite simple what needs to be done."

He snapped his fingers, a tall slender man with a devilish smirk who had been watching from the exit doors pulling out a golden Glock 40 from his waistband and loading it immediately.

"Jin," Kenny muttered, rather displeased with the decision. "Would you mind accompanying him on this? I trust your impulsive decisions more than I would anyone else's when it comes to the likes of Yuri Honjo."