Yakuza Cleaner の小説・ストーリー

A cold, metallic scent filled the room—the smell of fresh, unrefined oil and impending slaughter. "Arthur," Lucien whispered. "Aim for the sounds." "I don't need aiming," Arthur replied, his voice cold and steady. "I need targets." A flare ignited in the corridor outside, a harsh, blinding white light that exposed the silhouette of a Cleaner standing right in the doorway. It didn't have its visor on. It didn't have its HUD. It just stood there, a man in a machine, looking into the void of the room. The Cleaner raised a hand, pointing directly at them. "Target acquired," it droned in a voice that was synthetic, broken, and utterly devoid of mercy. The trigger pulled.

"What the hell are you talking about?" "The fact that I discovered, or rather, of the great possibility, although I still have no solid evidence that connects it directly to the facts," I remarked the last sentence very forcefully, "that my father-in-law, the Yakuza as such, has been doing business with the corrupt clan of the camorra in such a way that history takes complete turns involving even the Chechens themselves. According to my informant, the Yakuza is the most benefited from the route and, although the evidence is not entirely conclusive, the suspicion is valid. "You have to be lying to me, Hiroshi Yagami is the most upright man I know, he agrees that they are solid and when he all

At least to my father. "A cleaner is someone who helps the Mafia cover their tracks. Bodies. Evidence. Pretty much anything incriminating." I tell her. "They're the people you call to take care of the aftermath you don't want to deal with, to put it more bluntly." As I speak, I notice Elle's expression grow from confused to understanding and then straight up appalled. “So… my uncle—” she starts, voice faltering, “he helped your father murder people?" “He helped him dispose of the bodies,” I correct her. “Among other things.”

The first time I allowed myself to feel, it nearly destroyed me silly. I need some shit to distract me. I turn back to my laptop, pulling up an email I had to act on. Three images appear on the screen. The first shows Mr. La Rosa, Cara’s father, standing beside a Japanese man whose attire and demeanor scream Yakuza. A Japanese mafia. The second captures Mr. La Rosa again. But this time, handing a file to a man. The emblem on the man’s jacket gives him away as a member of the Gambino family. They were known rivals of the La Rosa empire but it seems they are working together now.

😖 He attacked again— But this time— She grabbed his wrist, twisted it— Snatched the knife— And slashed his leg. 💥 He fell screaming. Roma tried to escape. “Roma… darling.” 😏 She froze. Rose sat on the car bonnet, casually eating a lollipop 🍭 “Where are you going? Who’s cleaning this mess?” Cold voice— “5 minutes. Clean everything… or I’ll make it worse.” 👿 Roma panicked and dragged all injured men into the car. Then— SLAP! Rose hit her hard. Roma fell.

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

HIRAYA I entered the Palacio Underground as if nothing had happened. "Athena, everyone is already inside. The others are also starting to eat and talk. I also heard someone asking what this party is for." Eros said. "The heir of Yakezi approached me earlier. Yasero Yakezi. A famous japanese gangster and number one Merciless gangster in Kyoto Japan. He asked me what the party was for, I said I don't know either. He just nodded but accompanied I was the first to leave. " He added.

– The Yakuza, he said, getting out of there, heading for the door, turning around, pulling the man with him, the Yakuza made his way to the door, closing behind him. He had his one hour of wild, zombie sex on his lame horse, in which he screamed like a man taken to seventh heaven. - It's good fun. - The Yakuza said. Sometime later, when the man rested, he got up with his filly still wet, dirty, and slimy, even for a zombie who did nothing but scream. Both took a shower, with the man washing her, he was half an hour later, with his best suit, leaving the door, where they both turned around.

Jade's POV The sound of the boots above us wasn't a random occurrence; it was a rhythmic, disciplined march that spoke of professional liquidation. These weren't street soldiers looking for a payday or a promotion. These were the "Sanitizers"—the elite cleanup crew that Santino had inherited along with the Cavallo crown. Every footfall on the rotting timber of the floorboards above sent a shower of dust and ancient textile fibers raining down on us, coating the screen of my laptop in a fine, grey powder that looked like bone ash.

He was back in seconds, a warm, damp washcloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. The mattress dipped as he sat beside me. He reached out, his touch impossibly gentle as he wiped me down. The cloth was warm, soothing against my sensitive skin as he cleaned away the evidence of our release. He was meticulous, taking care of me with a level of attention that made my throat tight. It wasn't just about sex for him. It was about the aftermath, the part I usually dreaded, the part where I was left alone to deal with the mess and the memories. "Here," he said, setting the cloth aside and handing me the glass of water. "Drink."