Let's just take a moment to reflect
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
Haru walked leisurely to his home. He had a long day, working for an unemotional, sadistic, and just a downright dark human being was tiring. And that was coming from him. A gangster who is meant to be used to all that. Things had changed since boss Megumi left for a better life with her man. Leaving her demented sister in charge. Well that was the rumor. That she had a few screws loose upstairs. Turned out she was. Her eyes were always blank, devoid of any time of emotion. Not at all like her younger sister. She had determination, and ruthlessness in there.Sachi was like a robot. Like a ghost. It was chilling. The only time she laughed was when one of them got hurt, or openly mocked them for their everyday choices. It was a pastime and a hobby for her. But he had been loyal to them. And he was willing to endure the weird woman.For the prestige. For the money. For the power.As he approached his home, he felt hot. It wasn’t that hot around this time, so he didn’t get why it was ho
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
Sachi stood by the hanger doors, waiting patiently. Staring at the tip of her boots. She was patient even if her index finger kept tapping on her forearm. She was patient even if her shoulders were really tense. She was patient even if she was on high alert, and would pull out her gun in her pants at the slightest jump. “Why are you so jumpy?” Megumi was before her. “Don’t act like you aren’t feeling the same” she said. She had felt her coming, but couldn’t react because of her nerves. Was this how she was going to freeze when they came face-to-face with their big problem? Megumi got into the passenger’s seat, giving her sister time to calm down. She was the one driving, and wanted to leave in one-piece. Sachi leaned away from the hood and walked to her side. She opened the door and got in. “No security with you” her younger sister pointed out. “I thought you’d be too busy trying out some new Gucci product, or a new addition to your thousand pair of shoes”. Megumi laughed. “Isn’
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
Lee sat, lost in thought. So young and he had a lot to think about. It wasn’t good for his state at all. He had developed eye bags. He knew his father was a gangster don. He was happy even, at the idea that his father was all powerful and bad. That meant that no one would mess with him. That no one would mess with them.Imagine his surprise when his cousin told him, that a boy he had grown up with, a boy he had called brother, and a boy he shared his mum with. Had killed his father. He had loved Takashi, but he loved his father more. He loved his family more. Now, his dad was dead. His mum was in a special home. And his cousin was a freak.He never wanted to take over from him.He wanted to live his life freely.And his dad didn’t expect him to take over.He was already expected to take over by others. When he realized that, he didn’t want that. He was already born, and a particular thing was expected from him. He’d have to live up to someone else’s expectations.Jun was the one to ta
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
She still couldn’t move. She let herself be dragged quite easily. She still couldn’t do anything. He put her on the second floor, while he left to go get Megumi. She wasn’t sure if she still had anything on her. But even the idiot Takashi couldn’t kill her, she wouldn’t let this bastard do so.Eisuke watched from his position at the top. He had done what he was meant to. A bullet to the gas canisters on the ground floor. Just with a bullet, all the way from the third floor. Which was the top floor. He had seen the drama between both brothers? And now he was watching Hayata work.This was his domain.This was where he dominated.He sat where he perched and put both hands under his chin. Thinking. They were all dirty gangsters. Each and every one of them, but Hayata. What really separated both of the fields? Okay there were significant differences, but all of them in this room was as guilty as the other.He could end all of it here. There would be nothing linking him to their deaths, if