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

二十二 (Twenty-Two)

(Ryu's POV)

I easily walked inside and right by the men by the door. They didn't even spare me a glance.

"Are you here for the main event?" A woman asked me.

I nodded.

"Follow me."

I followed her through the crowd of people around us. She opened a steel door at the end of the hallway and walked in. As I followed her, I took note of all potential exits and threats. When we got to another steel door she stopped.

"This is as far as I go." She said opening the door for me. "Enjoy your night."

I stepped through the door to find a set of stairs leading down. At the bottom of the stairs was another door.

"So many f*cking doors." I mumbled.

I opened it and was hit with a stench. It smelled like mold, sweat, and copper. The copper smell was mainly due to the blood.

The room was filled with men and women. Very few of them were plain civilians. Most were connected to our underworld way of life.

The Russian Bratva was in one corner, Chinese mafia in another, Yakuza in another corner, and so on. This place, this club is where almost everyone from our world gathers. Well, everyone that can be civil or is an ally. Each boss or man in charge brings their best fighters to go at each other.

Russian's men fight against the Italian's men, vice versa, and so on. You can place bets on anyone for how ever much you want to. It's a fight to the death. The fighters can pick a weapon or weapons to fight with. Anything except a gun.

I scanned the room and quickly found who I was looking for. He was sitting at a table against the wall facing the ring where two fighters were going at each other.

I stepped right in front of his line of vision.

"The f*ck? Get out of the way! I have two million on this fight!" He yelled standing up.

"I need to speak with you." I said.

His eyes moved over me before he spoke. "I don't know you and I don't have the time right now."

I pulled out a picture, a card, and a piece of paper from my pocket and threw it on the table in front of him.

He gave me a look before picking them up and examining them.

"Where'd you get these?" He asked.

"Where do you think?"

"You're the one that broke into my house."

"It is filled with a bunch of dead men and looks like it should be condemned."

"A few more dead men now, I hear." He grinned.

"I need some answers."

That's when he gave me a sinister smirk.

"I'll make you a deal." He said.

"A deal?"

"Yes. I will let you ask your question if you win."

"If I win what?"

With a smirk still on his face he gestured to the ring.

"You fight and win and you can ask me anything. You lose......well you'll be dead."

Knowing that there was no other way, I
nodded.

"Deal."

"Fantastic. Just a moment." He said rushing off.