روايات وقصص ضمن Yakuza Cleaner

“See you around, kid.” The door shut behind him with a soft click that felt louder than a gunshot. Then I thought: Tara dragging a dead body? What the fuck happened? The Cleaners. The name alone carried weight in the darkest corners of the city. A ghost network, whispered about but never seen. They didn’t just erase bodies—they erased problems. For people like Tara, they were the invisible hand that kept her world spotless. I looked down and realized my hand was shaking. Who has she killed this time?

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.

I yelled from the couch and threw the remote in my hand away. That jerk! "I'm sorry, ma'am please forgive me.". "Don't beg me I know that is what you're going to say, you fool. The next job, I want it clean with no traces. Get that?" I snarled. "Yes, we will do our Job." "Good." I hung up and sip my juice on the small table beside me. I'm not that gentle girl they think I am. And no one takes what's mine! No one. Kira's pov

Kaname scolded him, saying that the question implied Yuto was expecting a negative report from the investigation. Ryu chuckled lightly. "Of course not. There's no one in this world who is perfectly clean and without flaw. But we tolerate a certain amount of dirt. As long as it can be swept and disposed of, it won’t be an issue. In fact, Kuryugumi would even be willing to help 'clean it up.' Do you have any stubborn 'dirt' that we should know about?" Kyoko glanced at the back of Ryu's head. She couldn't help but admire him silently. Ryu's words were too smooth. She understood why Kenji had sent Ryu to handle such discussions.

Now I know they were sneaking around behind my back. How foolish I had been. I sat in the back seat and closed my eyes wearily. "Where's Roberto?" "He's in the restroom. I'll call him right away," Gabriel answered. I simply hummed in acknowledgment. Gabriel turned around and handed me a thermal flask. The fragrance of coffee filled the air. "Are you tired?" he asked gently. Then he ordered Yvette, "Yvette, switch to the front seat." "No need." I opened my eyes and grabbed Yvette's hand, turning to her with a smile. "I still have a lot to talk to Yvette about."

Giovanni Point Of View We took the bid cards and went straight to our assigned seats. We were positioned in the front so the host Death was also in front of us. He was a son of the Yakuza, Die Quevro. The name suits to them because they are feared in Japan and they are also the third most dangerous Yakuza in Kyoto Japan.

I cleaned his penthouse fast as I wanna leave here as it's giving me memories, "Hello Coco", I said to Coco after dropping the cleaning materials telling her am coming over now as being done. Coco told me she's in the restaurant but she's coming now, "Fine, I'm waiting already", I said to her as I went to her flat. "Pretty Lizzy", I heard Coco who was already beside me looking as happy as ever, I rolled my eyes at her, "hey girl, I know there's something up", I said to her as we entered her flat,

Jean chirped, immediately looping his arm with mine. “The Yakuza is actually real. That’s what I mean,” Angelo said with a mini shrug. “I know quite a few of them, actually, but we have different territories, so you don’t have to worry about them getting invited to the party. We don’t mix unless it’s absolutely necessary,” he finished with a calm smile. “Wait, wait,” Jean chirped, letting go of my hand and walking over to grab Angelo’s sleeve instead. “Do they use giant bread knives like in the movies and all that?” he asked, clinging onto Angelo’s arm.

CAINE The meeting was held in a whorehouse owned by someone who belonged to the Yakuza. His name was Haruki Yamadera. I had never met the owner before but I knew the person who worked for him. A right hand man. I called him Zai. I walked in and went to the table designated for our meeting. Soon, Zai joined me in the opposite seat. He had dark hair, rings on both ears, and tattoos all over his face. He held a pack of cards which he always shuffled. Anyone who watched us would think we were about playing cards. But those card were actually his signature, and weapon. He once told me he had made them into blades, talking about their sharp edges I think.