Yakuza Cleaner Novels & Stories

The blonde man frowned as he said, "Please, Sir—our men in Japan are still MIA. All we have left are logistics and support, who can't fight to save their own skin. We need someone who can actually get the job done if we are to try a second time, and that means strong outsourcing." The white-haired geezer nodded. "In that case, start looking! Where there's money, there's a way. Post a fat bounty, and people will die for it if they have to! Let's call the yakuza or whatever assassin guilds they have over there… I don't know about the latter, but we can go for the Yamaguchi-gai, can't we? They're quite the formidable force over there, aren't they? So, tell them that if they can take Tanya Sweet

The battle ended here, as Tyr Summers put it at the beginning. The bounty hunter agency, Yamafuji Sai of Japan was wiped out from the surface of earth today. Ash had someone grab the wretched state Holy Tiger into the car before he drove away with Tyr. Ash had it all arranged for someone to clean up the mess before the battle. Before they came here, Ash had talked about it with Ishida. Zuken Group was responsible for dealing with Yamafuji Sai, while the Toymoto Group was tasked with cleaning after the mess.

Creepy I know but this is the bratva world, the world of weird stuff, blood, drug, and money. “Yuri called, he says he needs you back, Karan is due to arrive in J City this evening.” Soul’s report, his name is Leo by the way. “I am done anyway, get the money ready and make sure the cleaning crew sorts out the cold room,” I tell him. “Yes, boss.” I walked down the hallway to the shower, when I got there, I strip naked and get under the shower and let the water wash away the blood. I should not tell DJ about this because he cannot take it, he is a businessman, not a gangster and I will make sure that his involvement ends there.

There was a red x drawn over my face. Olivia wasn't the target of the hit. I was. "Is JR dead? Fucking tell me where her body is," Copycat shrieked into the phone. No, she wasn't dead. I wasn't that stupid. But telling him where she was would lose me any leverage I had. I couldn't afford to make myself an easy target for Marino. Especially after my latest discovery about the Yakuza. "Twenty four hours. Give me time to find out how you pissed off the Yakuza. Clearly they fucking think I'm you. Let me clean up your mess. Then you can have your precious JR and the money," I said, before abruptly ending the call.

They worked swiftly to clean the room and brought Stanley’s corpse somewhere else where they would eliminate the body. Jacob put the gun back into his pocket. “Justice has been served. May Art rest in peace.” He took a deep breath. “It will be the last underworld thing we do. For now, we would be a new Gold Cleaner. I think we need to change the name. How about Cleaner Gold?” Everyone looked at each other. Then they nodded one by one. “It suits us better. Cleaner Gold, why not?” Bruno said.

He knew the kind of strength Big Guy had. Almost nobody could hurt Big Guy except a sovereign grade fighter. Who the heck was this cleaner? The corner of Big Guy’s lips bled, and his face turned pale. “Who… are you?” he asked and glared at the expressionless cleaner. This powerful martial artist might not be someone unnoticeable in Grayvale. It was unlikely that a fighter like this would settle to work as a servant for someone. “We are… My Liege’s servants,” the cleaner said indifferently.

He knows what he is doing, reason why he is our Dealer. Sitting next to Cattaneo is Angelo Bianco, and he is the cleaner of the family. If you want a person to disappear, he is the person to call. If you’ve got dead bodies you want taken care off, well, he takes his jump very seriously, and his cleaning services leaves no trace back o any of us. Ever. “Don!” They all greet me standing up in a show of respect. While I hate being called Don, I can’t disappoint my family, so, I nod my head, accepting their greetings.

After Adira had left the office, Iason and I stayed behind to discuss business. It was time to destabilize the Yakuza as best we could—especially given their apparent ties to the Bratva. “One of the Yakuza’s biggest sources of income is the Shinjuku casino,” I began, tracing a path on the map my father left me, the tip of my pen gliding along the paper. “Taking it down won’t be difficult. Their security is loose, and the lieutenant in charge already has a penchant for skimming from his boss.”

"You want the sequence? You want the successor?" "The child is the priority," the Cleaner replied. "Then let him go." She pointed at me. "Give him the deactivator. Now. Or I’ll plunge this glass into my womb right here. You’ll have nothing but a dead girl and a pile of scrap." The Cleaner paused. The red lens of his visor glowed as he scanned her. "Scanning vitals." "I'm not joking." She pressed the jagged edge of the bottle against her skin. "Give him the key."

★NINA★ "Oi! Can I get a cleaner for this table, please?" I didn't know where the sound came from, but I still yelled in response, "Sure! Give me a few seconds, please!" I quickly cleaned the table and scurried around the tiny bar/restaurant, looking for whoever needed the cleaning. I found an old man waving with a smile on his face and approached him. "Oh, someone's made a mess," I joked, and he chuckled. I leaned down, using the rag in my hand to gently wipe the beer off the table so it wouldn’t land on him.