Inside, the air was thick and musty. The smell of rust clung to everything. He moved quietly through the narrow halls until he found a stash of jewels. Ahead, he watched as henchmen placed a gold bar into a secret compartment.He ducked behind a stack of crates, heart racing, sweat dripping down his back. The men didn’t leave.More mafia members entered. One of them stood out—tall, sharp in an expensive suit, a luxury watch glinting on his wrist. He walked like he owned the world. Nearly 6’7”.Dane’s breath caught.That had to be him—the Butcher Boss.The air changed as the boss stepped into the room where the gold bar was hidden. Moments later, a man’s voice screamed:“Please! Forgive me! I didn’t mean to betray you!”Bang.A gunshot rang out. The screaming stopped.Dane’s mind raced.I need to get out. Forget the gold. I need to leave. I need to live.He turned to escape, but now there were more men outside the ship, guarding the exits.Panic surged through him.No way out.He darted

“Now, let’s continue from where we stopped yesterday. Who sent you, and why are you here?” Butcher asked.“No one sent me,” Dane said. “I’ve told you the truth. I’ve accepted my fate. If you’re going to kill me, then kill me now. I know I’m still scared to die, but you can do as you please. I told you what happened. I’m not a spy. I’m just a guy who wants to make a living. I want to have a proper life. I want to have a proper meal. That’s all I want. That’s all there is to it. Nothing more. You can do as you want.”Butcher looked into his eyes. He could always tell when someone was lying, and as he stared at Dane, he saw the truth.“You must be telling the truth,” butcher said.Dane remained silent.“Are you sure you were part of the gang of thieves?”“Yes.”“I’ve heard about that group,” butcher said. “They stole from nobles and even killed some of them. Most of that gang was wiped out, but you’re still here. How?”“I hid,” Dane admitted. “No one ever realized it was me because I alwa

“I understand,” Jane replied.“Wait, wait, wait! Are you telling me I have to punch a lady? No, I can’t do that. I can’t punch her. She’s a girl. She might die if I hit her. No, I won’t do it!” Dane protested.Butcher smirked. “Okay, let’s see if you can even land a punch on her.”“No, no, no,” Dane insisted. “She doesn’t stand a chance. She isn’t going to win. I don’t want to do this!”“Start the fight,” Butcher ordered.Dane hesitantly stepped forward. “Sorry, but I have to end this,” he said, trying to punch her.But Jane dodged effortlessly, moving to the side. In an instant, she grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and threw him to the ground. Before he could react, she landed a hard punch to his face. Pain shot through him as he lay on the floor, defeated.Butcher burst into laughter. “Dane, you have such a big mouth! You kept saying you could beat Jane, but you didn’t even stand a chance!” He laughed again.“Why are you so weak?” Butcher continued. “You were a thief, but you should st

As Dane finished his training, he went to his room, feeling exhausted. He didn’t like the way Jane was bossing him around, but he had no choice. Besides, he had a crush on her.He walked over to the mirror and looked at himself.He was sinful too. Dane was fair-skinned, with dark eyes, thick eyebrows, six-foot-one in height, and yellow hair. As he put on a fresh jacket, he removed his sweaty training one and collapsed into bed.The following day, as Dane woke up and stepped outside, he heard familiar voices. They weren’t talking about Butcher this time, but they were the same men he had overheard back in the slums. That conversation had planted the idea in his mind—to steal from Butcher.Dane was shocked to see them here, but they didn’t recognize him. They hadn’t seen his face that day. The two men continued their conversation casually—until Butcher called for them.Later, as Dane stood before the boss of the mafia, the man finally spoke.“Dane, I’m going to tell you my name. I am But

“Even though I’m the boss of the butchara mafia Group, even I have to take orders from him. His level of power is beyond anything you can imagine. He controls everything. If he commands me to do something, I have no choice but to obey. That’s why I need to take his place.”Butcher leaned in slightly, his voice lower but firm. “Now, tell me—why do you want to join the Mafia?”“The reason I became a Mafia member was because I had no choice. And I knew that by becoming one, I could actually fulfill my dream—getting rich. I’ve been living on the streets since I was small. I don’t have a big goal like you do. I didn’t even know you were kind and took care of people. But the truth is, I’m doing this all for myself. I want my life to change. I want to be able to afford three square meals a day. I actually want to live a simple life, but that won’t be possible in the Mafia.I just want a simple life. Nothing else. That is the only reason I want to become a Mafia member. Did you expect another