And things were going well. After that raid Phantom got contacted a lot for more steals, and from being hired they switched to stealing just because they could, and then either keep it or decide to sell it. And Megumi left them keeping Karou in charge. She wasn’t meant to go on field anyway. She was the leader and they were the others, meaning they were meant to take care of other operations.Without her.She was only meant to give the plan and order, and they were meant to follow it.With the success and their reputation rising on the streets of how skilled and dangerous they were. So she could say they were actually running things now, and she was at the top where she was meant to be. It wouldn’t be long before she was found by the others and they would all pay homage.Well she couldn’t give herself all the credit. Sachi was a good strategist, and Karou good with formation and making the others follow orders. Haru was a good squad leader and Maya. Good with a gun and her body, but al

It wasn’t easy being dead. When the world believed you were dead, you had to stay so. A new life was in order and she had taken Kenji’s offer. Getting off the helicopter as it landed and seeing Kenji in all of his handsome glory.She approached him and he spread his arms wide accepting her.She had killed Takahiro. What she had been chasing all her life and without that there was nothing else driving her. That was her sole purpose and now it was gone. The original gang was dead, but they had built it from the ground up, and Sachi was okay. She could lead it.Karou wasn’t happy and even wanted to come with her. But her duty first and foremost was to the gang, Phantom, just like her mother. Yes they had been lot of screaming and tears, and they didn’t want her to leave, but she had to.She just couldn’t do it. She had a new life now. As Lady Goya.“Are you ready Mrs. Goya?” he held his hand out for her to take.This question was one that would change her life for good. After this, no mo

Karou dropped her drink hard on the bar counter. Just because her boss was going through, well whatever she was going through, didn’t mean she would have to put off her duties by laying low. Money didn’t just fall from the sky for gangsters. This was a job, just like every other job.They didn’t get to just sustain themselves from protection money. They carried out jobs for pretty important people that couldn’t get their hands dirty. There was also illegal dealings. Arms and ammunitions, drugs, and important art pieces. The whole deal. And she was the one that handled all that. Why gangsters loved to close the deals in clubs, she would never know. But she did it. She wouldn’t take a car to attract too much attention to herself. She fill the bag with what they needed, like she always did. Get dressed, and take the entrance that was meant for her.Cars could be tailed. If she walked, she would see anyone coming. She had closed off the deal. Luckily they had a good dealer. The Mistr

Hayata stood up from the occupied bed. He groaned cracking his neck, then stretched the remainder of his body to pop the knots. His partner still didn’t stir. He trudged to the bathroom and relieved himself. He came back out, walked to the wardrobe and got into his sweats.He took his headphones and his phone.“Nothing new” he murmured as he made his way up to the roof. A makeshift gym had been set up. He only left his humble abode when he needed to. He was a couch potato.The question, why didn’t he stay in a better place if he had that much money?He didn’t have an answer to that also.He dropped his phone close, and did his stretches.Then his normal workout. A thirty minute jog, then his sit-ups. Pushups. His lunges. His planks, skipping, then on to the heavy stuff. His pull-ups.His headphones had dropped to his neck. Perspiration had gathered on his forehead. He had his lips stretched with the effort.“How to die, A to Z”.“Asphyxia”.“Blunt trauma”.“Cardiac arrest”.He accompa

Eisuke laced his boots. He didn’t like his job, nothing would change that. But there was an advantage to it. He didn’t like gangsters. He hated them with everything he owned. They were just like parasites. Always multiplying. And if no one was going to take them out, he would.He jumped at every opportunity to do it. Even if the pay was below his quality.Gangs were just like predators. They lured you in with treats and a good time, and when they were done with you, could either keep you, or cast you away. He had lost his brother to those monsters. And Hayata might be screwed up in the head for wanting to kill his sisters, but that was his problem.Gangs were a problem with society that needed to be eradicated.He looked up and the assassin was in his face. He hadn’t heard him. Qualities for being an assassin. The name wasn’t just a name. He actually lived up to it.“So….what are you thinking about?” he asked meekly.Eisuke continued with his boots.The other man sat beside him. “This