All Chapters of From Street Rat To Mafia Boss : Chapter 241
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Alone
Earlier that day, Dane had quietly stepped out of Butcher’s office, tension still clinging to his shoulders. The ship was too loud, too crowded, and his mind needed air.Back in his quarters, he changed into something casual—black jacket, dark jeans, leather gloves. He laced up his boots, grabbed his helmet, and walked out with purpose.As he reached his bike on the lower deck, he paused.“Let me go for a ride,” he said under his breath.The last time he’d tried to leave the ship, Butcher had called a surprise meeting with the Governor. So he stayed. But now?Now felt different.He glanced at the waves crashing against the dock below. A thought crept in.“There’s still a chance… Leo might make a move on me if I leave the ship.”He weighed the risk, jaw clenched.“Screw it.” He muttered. “I’m not hiding.”He swung his leg over the bike, kicked it to life, and rolled out into the open road. The wind hit his face like a slap of reality.Twenty minutes later, Dane pulled up to a small roa
Ride or Die
“I have to do something about this,” Dane muttered under his breath, eyes fixed on the table, though his thoughts were already a mile away. “We can’t keep sitting around like this. We have to move. We have to act.”He slid his empty teacup aside and stood slowly. The café was quiet, tucked away in a sleepy alley, far from the chaos of the ship. It was the only place he could breathe. But even here, trouble always had a way of finding him.He stepped outside.The air had cooled since sunset, and a soft breeze stirred the dust in the street. His bike waited across the road, leaning slightly to one side like it had been waiting too long.“One ride. Just one. Then I’ll head back,” he said to himself. He stepped off the curb, tightening the strap of his leather jacket.Then he heard it.Engines.Low and deep at first—then louder.He turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing.Four motorcycles rumbled down the narrow road, kicking up dust as they rolled past the café’s entrance. Riders in bla
Marco
Dane cruised down the road on his bike, a grin spreading across his face. The wind felt good. For the first time in a while, things seemed to be going his way.But then, suddenly—Put-put-put-put…His smile faded as the bike began to slow. He glanced down, confused.“What the hell?” he muttered. The engine coughed, then stalled.He pulled to the side of the road, checking the fuel gauge.Empty.“You’ve got to be kidding me… how the fuck am I low on fuel?” he snapped. “Shit. I hope I already lost them for good…”He got off the bike and began pushing it by hand, his eyes scanning the streets. A small restaurant sat ahead—quiet, dimly lit.He parked the bike near the wall and leaned against it for a second, trying to think.“What am I gonna do now?” he mumbled.As he stepped toward the entrance of the restaurant, he bumped into someone coming out.“Shit—sorry, man,” Dane said, turning quickly.The man paused, slowly turning to face him. Dane looked at him, eyes narrowing.“You look famil
The Bar Guy
“Hey, hold up a second,” Dane said, walking up behind Marco. “Let me ask you something. How the hell did those guys just show up out of nowhere?”He glanced back toward the alley where the bikers had just been dragged off, groaning.Marco looked over his shoulder with a slight smirk. “What do you mean?”“I mean—” Dane pointed. “Those guys. Your men. They came out like ghosts. Like… what? You had an army hidden behind the trash cans?”Marco shrugged. “Not an army. Just… enough.”He gestured around the street casually. “Look around. You see that guy checking under the car? Mine. That teenager walking the dog? Mine too.”Dane squinted. “No way.”“Way,” Marco replied, calm and matter-of-fact. “Whenever I move, I’ve got people stationed nearby. Watching. Ready. Not too many. Just the right amount.”Dane was quiet for a moment, then chuckled. “Okay, but come on. You’re not the president or anything.”He crossed his arms. “Even Butcher doesn’t roll this heavy.”Marco’s face changed slightly
The Restaurant
Marco leaned back in his chair, watching Dane with mild amusement. “The last time I spoke to a teacher,” Marco began, “he told me something about you. About the first time we met back in the bar.” Dane glanced up, chewing a little slower. “Butcher told me you were from the slum,” Marco continued. “Just like me. And yet—somehow—you know what cosplay is?” Dane gave a small shrug, grinning. “Well… yeah. I’ve been reading a lot of books. And when I was out there on the street, sometimes they’d hold lessons in the open. Roadside classes, you know?” “Those ones where students have to pay to sit?” Marco asked. “Exactly,” Dane nodded. “They were open, but yeah—you had to pay. I didn’t have shit, obviously, but I used to sneak in. Sit way at the back. If the teacher didn’t notice, I got to learn a little something. If she did…” Dane laughed. “She’d chase me off like I was a stray cat.” Marco smirked. “Sounds like you had fun.” “Maybe too much,” Dane said, then his smile faded slightly.
Old Habits
Dane frowned. “If you don’t have a bike, just say so. Don’t hand me something that doesn’t even belong to you. This belongs to the bikers who were chasing me. If I take it and another one of their members sees me riding it, they’ll come after me. That’s not going to end well—it could cause another war between me and them.”Marco smirked. “You’re right—fighting isn’t good. But don’t call that war. That’s nothing. When you see a real war, you’ll run.”Dane stared at him. “So… yes or no? Or at least tell me where the nearest filling station is so I can put fuel in my own bike.”Marco shook his head. “No, I don’t know. And you’re supposed to be tough—Butcher’s man. You shouldn’t care about who owned the bike before. If another of their guys sees you with it, don’t think too much. Just take the bike and survive. That’s how it works in the mafia world.”Dane eyed him. “Bold words from a man who’s not even part of the mafia anymore. Didn’t you give your life to Christ?”Marco chuckled and st
The Lord’s Message
As Dane reached the ship, then came down from the bike.He glanced at the bike. “Still good,” he muttered. Then, after a pause: “Well… not as good as mine.”Two Mafia guards stood outside the ship. Dane frowned.“Why are there only two men here? There should be six or seven. What’s going on?” he said to himself.He pulled out his phone. “Six p.m. already.” Pocketing it, he boarded the ship and walked down the corridor into a room.“Where have you been?” a woman’s voice snapped the moment she saw him. “Report to Butcher’s office. Fast.”“What’s going on?”“Just follow me.”They entered Butcher’s office.“Where have you been?” Butcher demanded. “I’ve been calling for you all day. Why didn’t you answer?”“I went out,” Dane said. “Got chased by some people… and you won’t believe it—I ran into the guy who helped me get rid of Ben’s remains.”Butcher narrowed his eyes. “I remember. Marco, right?”“That doesn’t matter right now,” Butcher continued. “Three years ago—before you even joined us—
The Spaccanapoli Job
“A lot’s happened,” Dane said. “It hasn’t been long since Jane and I came back from that forest mission. And even that one went to Leo—and he’s still sitting on the five million in cash.”Jane nodded. “Yeah, and now we’ve got another one.”“Be ready,” Butcher ordered.“I’m ready,” Dane replied.They stepped out of the office.“I don’t have my bike,” Dane muttered. “I’m going to need it for this mission.”As he left Butcher’s office, his phone rang. An unknown number flashed on the screen.“Come outside,” a voice said. Then the line went dead.Dane rushed into his room, grabbed his gun, and walked off the ship. Passing a few of the Mafia guards, he spotted a truck pulling up. His hand moved to his gun, ready for trouble.The truck stopped. A man stepped out.“Mr. Dane!” he shouted.Dane stepped down from the ship to the road.“Take this letter,” the man said, handing it over before walking away.Dane tore it open.Hey, it’s me—Marco. Good. I didn’t expect you to listen to me. But I sen
Full Throttle
“But why am I not the one riding? Why her?” Dane asked.Jane stood, twirling the key. “Because I’m a better driver than you.”“What makes you think that?” Dane shot back.“I think it’s time you two left my office,” Butcher interrupted. “Open that drawer. Take whatever guns you want, then get moving. We don’t have time.”“Okay, sir,” they both replied.They opened the drawer, each taking two guns, then headed out of Butcher’s office and down the ramp of the ship.Outside, Jane glanced back at Dane. “I’m still riding.” Then she spotted something off to the side. “Wait… why’s there another bike here?”“Oh, that? Yesterday some bikers chased me. I took a few of them out and kept their bike.”Jane raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? You know they’re going to come back for it, right?”Dane smirked. “They wouldn’t dare come near the ship. Look at how many men are guarding it.” He nodded toward the guards posted nearby.“Whatever,” Jane muttered.She swung a leg over the bike and grabbed the helme
In The Drum
They moved toward the warehouse, stepping over the bodies that littered the street.Then they spotted movement—three men coming from behind the warehouse, and another three emerging from the front, guns in hand, taking cover behind a car.“Looks like they knew we were coming,” Dane said.“Yeah, but they don’t know where we are,” Jane replied. “That gives us the edge.”“Then let’s move,” Dane said.They rose from cover together. Six men in total—three on the right, three on the left. Dane took aim at the right group while Jane locked on to the left.The street erupted with gunfire. All six dropped before they could fire back—so fast it was impossible to tell who had hit who.Without wasting a second, Dane and Jane sprinted to the warehouse. Instead of charging through the front, they cut around to the back, hoping for another way in.There—a small metal door at the rear of the building.They peered through the small door. Inside, it was pitch-black.“Anyone in here?” Dane whispered.“C