Finally, they reached Richard’s mansion, where the mask party was being hosted. They arrived in the Rolls-Royce, and Dane was still taken aback by the car. Even as they were about to step out, he couldn’t stop admiring it. Jane moved to go alone, but Dane stopped her. “Have you forgotten what Butcher said?” he asked. “We’re a couple, right? So we have to act like one.” He stretched out his arm, elbow bent. Jane rolled her eyes but locked arms with him. “Nice,” Dane said, satisfied. The driver stepped out and opened the door for them. But it wasn’t just them. The whole area was filled with other luxury cars—exotic rides, expensive, rare. Billionaires. Mafias. All here. It was clear this wasn’t just a party—it was a display of power. Dane stepped out of the Rolls-Royce feeling important. Confident. He walked toward the entrance, where about fifteen armed security guards stood by the gate, rifles strapped across their chests. As he approached, one of them raised a hand. “ID.” D

As they walked out of the room, they rushed straight to the party immediately. They saw Jane alone. They walked slowly to her. “Did you get a gun?” Jane said. “Yes, I did. Bring your purse. Let me check if this gun fits in it,” he said. Then he brought out a gun from under his trousers. He scanned everywhere. He scanned before he could put it in his waistband. Then immediately he removed it from his waistband and put the gun inside the purse, which he had already loaded with bullets. As he did it, he gave Jane back her purse. “Good,” she said as she closed it back. Then he said, “Have you spotted Richard?” “I haven’t seen Richard today,” Jane said. “Same here, I haven’t. He’s the only one left now for him to show himself. Let me go meet the other men.” He walked to another corner where three men, which were also the same mafia group as he is, were going to pretend to be his bodyguards. He went to them slowly. He gave them three guns already. He gave them three guns which

“Well, well, Mr. Watkinson,” Richard said, grinning. “Was it you who tried to kill me?” Mr. Watkinson held his ground. “Might have been me. Might not. Frankly, I don’t give a shit. But I’ll tell you this — the moment you speak to me like that again, I swear I’ll kill you.” The entire hall fell into a tense silence. “Oh, really?” Richard sneered. “And how do you intend to do that? With a knife? My men could easily take out yours.” Richard descended the stage slowly as his two men followed. That was when he paused. “Oh, I see,” he muttered. “I’m the one in danger, aren’t I? These two men…” he glanced at them, “they’re yours. Looks like you already took out my men. Sorry for bothering you.” He started to turn back toward the stage. “Do you really think I’ll just let that slide?” Mr. Watkinson snapped. “You speak to me however you want. Have you forgotten your place? You belong in the sewer.” Richard’s face darkened. “Tell your men to lower their guns,” he growled. “They’ve g

Richard was still shocked. He couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing. Watching them closely, he wondered how Dane, the butcher, had managed to infiltrate his mansion. Then he stopped, his gaze cold, and shouted, “Hey, everyone who’s here — go out now. Let them go. Apart from Dane, his butcher’s men, and the other men too.” At Richard’s order, most people in the hall hurried to the door. One of the butcher’s men swung it open so they could escape. But the mafia bosses stayed seated. Richard turned to them. “You guys should leave,” he demanded. “Hell no. We’re not leaving,” Kelvin Stanley replied. Kelvin was a powerful mafia boss too. “OK,” Richard said, “you can stay. But don’t blame me if you get shot. Just carry on with whatever you’re doing. I’m going to watch this.” Richard’s voice was calm, almost amused. “It’s been a long time since my blood boiled like this — especially over a fight with guns. And you know as well as I do, everyone in the mafia world knows you’re a butcher

Dane decided to release his grip on Richard’s collar.As soon as he let go, Richard stepped back, raised his gun toward Dane and his crew—and Jane too this time. Without missing a beat, Richard turned and began to walk away.“Kill them all,” Richard called over his shoulder. “I don’t need the bitch.”As his men closed in, all Dane could focus on was the grenade. Without hesitation, he yanked out the pin and hurled it in Richard’s direction.Richard’s men were caught completely off-guard. The explosion ripped through the room. Even though Dane had thrown it, the blast knocked him back too, sending him sprawling onto the floor along with Jane and the rest of his crew.Dane groaned as the pain from his earlier gunshot wound flared up again. Blood soaked his shirt as he lay on the marble tiles.Richard’s men were scattered, trying to regroup. One of them grabbed Richard and pulled him away—Richard was unconscious, though it looked like the grenade hadn’t caused him much serious damage.“B