Yakuza Cleaner Novels & Stories

Her eyes were pure warning. "The Boss treats me well. He hired two of you, but this one's new. Lazy, and she's got sticky fingers. I'm teaching her the rules." She glared at the cleaner, trying to stare her down. "And you. You have a job to do, so do it. You see this? This is what happens when you slack off. Leave one smudge, and you won't walk out of here in one piece." The cleaner flinched. "Ma'am, this doesn't feel right. If she's really your family..."

The sight was gory, with their guts spilling out and eyeballs missing. "You mean it's not the Lucianos?" Someone asked Wade. "Cameras caught a glimpse of one of them. Kurayami Tachibana. The Yakuza. He's an assassin as far as the rumors say," "Shit, an assassin? He doesn't even bother to hide in the dark. What kind of assassin is this?" Mark skimmed through the files. It was obvious that everyone was scared to take on an assassin. Not to mention that he was one of the top.

All I need right now is too hold Crystal and have a stiff drink. Maestro: I'm sitting down in the living room eating pizza and spending time with my girl when my phone rings. I glance down not planning to answer but I see it is Jace so I pick up. He tells me they took out the cartel with no issue and they need the hotel cleaned up. I hangup and call Track to get his crew in there. Within a few hours there will be no bodies or anything for the cops to find. 20 minutes later Jace calls again apprently he needs another clean up crew because they had a shoot out on the highway. I called Track again and he said he would call in some more guys to take care of that as well. Man I need to pay that m

"At the abandoned warehouse on Fourth Street. My source says he's about to close a drug deal with Yoshiro-Nagama." Michael turned away, as Pedro went on with the details. Yoshiro was the new Oyabun of a century-old Yakuza, controlling the inflow and outflow of drugs and weapons in Asia. As a result of his greedy quest for power, Yoshiro deposed his own father, Hatake Nagama, killing him and his trustees in cold blood, to assume the post of Oyabun.

It’s infuriating, how my body reacts to the sound of him. “Tell me about this supplier.” “It’s the Yakuza,” Marco sounds confident. The yakuza? Isn’t that like the Japan version of Italian mafias. A harsh, barking laugh comes from Renzo. “You want us to believe you have links to the Yakuza? You?” “What about that?” Marco’s words thrum with frustration. “You couldn’t get the info on the arsons, you spineless mofo.” Oh, that’s Renzo. Things are really getting pretty heated. This is the time I should probably take my leave.

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?”

A few minutes later, while I'm checking some Intel from Alessio, my wife hops into the car, silently keeping to herself. Alessio is the best tracker, a man of many talents but I must say that him finding me rats to torture is my favourite. This particular rat sold three of my shipments to the Yakuza, a long-age beef I won't get into but someone has to pay. It's not about the shipment, it's about loyalty, and it always is.

Soundless as he moved, the area was spacious where his focus of solely cleaning it set his body to relax from the clear mindfulness. A door clicked, and black eyes of the lad gazed at the Japanese woman with a maid uniform identical to the others. Another catching trait was the ear-length blunt cut hairstyle and height similar to Ryuu. The lady glanced at him as she strode to the counter with a dish washing basin in her hands. Ryuu turned his back on her after the sight of her putting water glasses on the compartment sink. Tableware clattered, floor squeaked by his shoes as he cleaned it with the floor mop, and a deliberate flip of a file; a couple of papers were supported by a paper board,

I complained. In the car, Dexter ask me various questions and gives me a lot of information on how to handle the Yakuza and how their custom and stuff. Well, some make me culture shock but that's also fine. I learn Japanese due to my likings to their culture but Yakuza's culture is quite something. Their hierarchy though is not as complex as ours in America. Dexter smiles knowing that I'm well prepared about this. In a way, I exceeded his expectation. From his information, the Yakuza hierarchy starts with the boss called Oyabun, then the second in command which is called Wakagashira, and his lieutenant called Shategashira. Other than that, Yakuza have their personal advisor or Cheif of Staff

Maybe I was. “You don’t want me to work with him because you found nothing on him? Is that what you’re saying?” “Nobody can be that clean,” I grumbled. “There is something wrong with him. The bastard doesn’t even have a parking ticket in his name. His record is too clean and that’s fucking questionable…” “Maybe he’s too clean,” Gianna said. “He is a businessman, not a mafia boss…there’s a difference.” “Are you mocking me?” I said, my voice cold enough to make her move back into her seat a bit.