روايات وقصص ضمن Yakuza Cleaner

The limousine glided through the softly lit roads of Philadelphia, the quietness inside the car filled with excitement. Raul, head of the Mexican gang, leaned back, his gaze fixed on the city view outside the tinted windows. Sitting across from him, Mr. Nakamura the underboss of the Yakuza gang, and second in command to Kazuya Takeda the leader of the gang. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat.

"Beatrice Lee, known as the Chinese Dragon. Her lover was MJ's ex." "Thank you." He hung up as he put Beatrice Lee's name on the list and sent it to his Cleaners. The Cleaners are also agents that have been drugged but they have smaller doses than he received. He saved them after breaking through their laboratory. Now, they are working for him as his watchdogs and hackers. In a few minutes, they sent the location to him. She's not moving but he won't let it slide. He went back to MJ's room and hugged her from behind.

I stammered, "I didn't see anything. I was just cleaning—" "Shut up." The command wasn't shouted, but it cut through my babbling like a knife. Dante Romano studied me with those cold eyes. Recognition flickered across his face just before he said, "You're the cleaner." I nodded frantically. "Yes. Just the cleaner. I clean the bathrooms and hallways, and empty the trash. That's all." The man on his knees saw his opportunity and lunged toward the door. He didn't make it three steps before another gunshot rang out. He collapsed face-first onto the plush carpet, which began soaking up his blood.

"I left Rosa's binky in the nursery. I'll be back in a minute." She scampered down the hallway, to Xavier's study room. ****** "Boss, Masashi said he saw Vincenzo in Kobe." Rico informed. Masashi Yoshinawa was the boss of the Japanese yakuza. Yoshinawa-gumi (Yoshinawa group) was the largest Yakuza family, accounting for 50 percent of all Yakuza in Japan. Masashi was a friend of Xavier's and two years ago, he had killed Masashi's father, Kaito Yoshinawa. Kaito was a savagely violent man, even towards his own family. He killed innocent people, including his own wife. Something that the mafia would never do. Masashi was too weak to go against him. Thus, two years ago he came to Xavier for help

"It's a cleanup match." It was a term used by the fighting club. When a guest fighter kept winning his matches in a single night, the club owner would call his cleanup fighter, who had the highest chance to defeat the guest fighter. In this case, the club owner called Dante to clean up the mess. Otherwise, the club would continue to lose money because his fighters kept losing, and the guest fighter won.

Zenah nodded, "Yeah, although it doesn't work. But we are only friend and he's really not my type and beside he said that I am not also his type." "Oh... What's his name?"He asked. Zenah smirked, "Why are you asking about his name? You're curious? Or.... something else?" "Get the cobwebs out of your mind, besides I might know him since I was also a former delinquent before I because Quivan's butler."He said making Zenah's jaw dropped. "What?! Really?! Are you serious?!" "Yeah, I am serious. So, what's the name of this yakuza that you've been talking about?"He asked.

What appeared to be another of their rank was dead, and they were unfeeling, unconcerned. They really were monsters, and I was trapped in a room with three of them. Nine quirked a brow. “You think it means something.” “A Cleaner sent to clean up another Cleaner? To erase any evidence of us?” The way he said Cleaner threw me off. It was spoken as if it was a title and not a housekeeping position. “That’s to be expected,” Nine said as he walked over to a cart that held a decanter. He pulled out the stopper and poured some of the amber liquid into a glass. “They don’t acknowledge our existence in any way.”

When I feel like it's no longer thrilling, I'll dump them without thinking twice. I looked around my apartment. The bed was a disaster from last night, and there were broken glasses everywhere because of that scandalous girl I just dumped. "Phew. You're telling me I have to clean this all up? Skyler's waiting for me." I said. Then I thought, I can always call someone to do it for me. So, I dialed a number. "Is this the cleaning service from last time? Can you come by? ASAP. I'll pay you ten thousand pesos for a single cleaning. Feel free to take as much alcohol as you want from the bar too. Thanks."

Inside a small, hidden club buried in the depths of a narrow backstreet, a man sat in the corner, his body marked with fresh wounds, his face shadowed beneath the brim of his cap. Renjiro Takahashi. Once, he had been the most ruthless enforcer of Japan’s largest Yakuza clan. His name alone had been enough to send shivers through the criminal underworld. But tonight, he was a fugitive. Cast out after a brutal coup that had stripped him of everything. An old man, short and wrinkled, took a seat across from him, sliding a small cup of sake across the table. "I heard you almost died," the old man murmured. Renjiro lifted his gaze, his eyes cold and unreadable. He grabbed the cup, downing it in o

"The man is a rapist, and the woman isn't any better. Rotten trash! Go to hell!" "You disgusting thing. A disgrace to women. If I were you, I'd kill myself right now to atone!" "Are you that vile? You can't have children, so you harm other women? Are you even human?" ... Those comments were like sharp knives, carving into me until I was flayed alive. At the thought of it, I immediately deleted everything on the account and then deactivated it entirely. Then another thought surfaced. What difference would that make? What was coming would still come.