روايات وقصص ضمن Yakuza Cleaner

😖 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.

– 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."

I said, my heart breaking for the homeless people who were captured by that damn bastard. "This man has caused more death and destruction in New York in the past few weeks than we've seen in years. Not even the Marinos had done something like this before." Cole sighed into my ear and I clicked the mouse and the screen changed. "This is his business partner, Boar. That was all we could get on him, he is an infamous yakuza leader. Together they seem to have started this operation but suddenly, Boar cut ties with Sasha." Another swipe. "Renato Marino. We want to believe he's going to take Boar's position and continue this operation with Sasha."

I swat his hand away, clasp the bottle, and place it in front of me under the table so he doesn't have access to it. Even though he’s sitting still, his eyes are shifty and agitated. I’m ready to bet it’s because of whatever seed Pharaoah planted in his head back at the house. The door slides open again; this time, it's not the waitress. Kai walks in, followed by an old, short man who wears a pressed suit. Abe Hitori. The leader of the Yakuza branch in New York. Pharaoah and I stand in greeting, but Pakstan remains planted in place. He also uses the chance of my standing up to grab the bottle of vodka.

Just as your punishment for your soul is decided for each sin, your death is confirmed for your sins and that punishment is delivered by the Cleaners. Maya had never thought she would meet the one whom she had been yearning for all her life. Trained as a cleaner and with the blood of hundreds of the corrupt and evil people on her hands she is facing the one who is pure and clean unlike herself. Would he accept her as she is? Or will the game of life and death end with one of their lives being sacrificed?

His lips are set in a grim line when he looks at Robert, who flinches under Aiko’s gaze. Aiko dips his hand into his pocket and brings out a card. One that he stretches over to Taylor while still looking at me. “Perhaps, you might want to give us a call should you want to do business. You know what we, the Yakuza, have to offer. It will be very beneficial.” I have no doubt that it will. I nod once, and Taylor gets the memo, immediately pocketing the card. Aiko dips his head and leaves together with his men, and immediately they shut the door behind them, I turn to Robert.

"They're not as tolerant as Alessandro has been, Jordan. Hell, I don't even know why Alessandro hasn't killed you yet." My mouth fell open. Carlo wanted me gone too? Like Scarface and mop hair, was he also one of those who didn't like my presence? "Maybe, because I haven't done anything wrong to him. I'm innocent." I wouldn't consider myself innocent though. I manipulated people to get what I wanted. I sold drugs to people; something that was against the law. If anything, I was deserving of punishment, but not by Alessandro's hands since he'd done worse to humanity and one of the most important rules apart from Omerta, was that you didn't kill the innocent.

* “Please spare me! I am only doing what they have told me to do, I have nothing against you!” that is what a man said – a man that is cornered by Shin. He is a man that is one of the underlings of the Black Scorpio clan, a huge group that is similar to that of a yakuza. A yakuza is a foreign term order to define a group that does criminal actions, participates in fights with other clans, and does things that are considered to be against the law of a country or even against the rule of law.