Alessandro’s eyes narrowed, studying him through the mirror. Then, with a slight grin, he murmured, “It’s your voice… the walls are listening to you.” From his pocket, Alessandro pulled out a sleek black card and extended it between two fingers. Dane accepted it without hesitation. “What’s this?” Dane asked. “A bar,” Alessandro said smoothly. “Private lounge. That’s where we’ll talk. Over a drink.” “Fine,” Dane replied. “Good.” Alessandro smirked. “You’re quite interesting, Francisco. I’ll be waiting—today, 5 p.m. Don’t be late.” He turned and strode out of the restroom. Two women in shimmering dresses were waiting just outside. Alessandro slipped an arm around each of them, flashing his usual charm. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” he said as he led them away into the casino lights. Dane stepped out of the restaurant and spotted Jane waiting nearby. “It’s done,” he said quietly. “Let’s move back. We’re leaving now. Take the chips—my margin in total.” Jane glanced down at

Inside, the place was far from a simple bar—it was a high-end club. Lights flickered, music thumped, and people moved to the rhythm, with girls dancing on elevated platforms. Dane’s eyes caught Alessandro Giorgio waving at him. He gestured for them to come forward. Two women flanked him, one on his right, one on his left. Dane and Jane wove through the crowd and took their seats across from Alessandro. “This is a perfect spot,” Alessandro said, leaning back comfortably. Alessandro’s gaze shifted to Jane. “And who is this lady?” Jane smiled faintly, stepping into the role. “I am Amanda,” she said, her voice calm, confident—their little ruse seamless. Alessandro’s eyes softened. “Such a beauty.” Dane nodded. “Indeed.” Alessandro leaned closer, curious. “And why did you bring your wife? To be involved in this discussion?” Dane, keeping up the act, said, “I just love having her by my side. She supports every venture I undertake.” Jane maintained her role silently, staying composed

As they arrived, they entered the large building and took the elevator. When they reached Jimmy’s office, they told him everything.As Dane prepared to leave, he said, “Hey, can you give me a key for that bike? I want to go see someone.”“Who do you want to go see?” Jimmy asked.“Am sure you know,” Dane replied.“Do you want to go see Butcher and Nephew? I would advise you to stay away from them. There are bad people now—they’re good, but the bosses won’t like it,” Jimmy warned.“What if I just get the key?” Dane asked.Jimmy handed it to him. Dane took the key, walked out of the building, mounted the bike, and started it. After a one-hour ride, he finally stopped.He walked up, thinking, The last time I spoke to them, they said they might not stay in the country. I don’t know…He looked at the massive building before him. Opening the gates, he walked in and saw a dog run toward him, jumping and licking him excitedly.“Remember me, doggie? You remember me?” he said, rubbing its head.

Dane stood up and walked toward the travelling bag. He opened it.Hmm…” he murmured. “Bring it here. Let me check if it’s real.” Alessandro said.Dane shook his head slightly. “No. Let me see the diamond first,” he said firmly.Alessandro nodded and carefully brought the diamond out, placing it on the table. “Is this real?” he asked, glancing at Jane.“My diamond specialist is here. I’d like him to assess the diamond,” Jane said.“Okay… you may,” Alessandro replied.“Please, Jane, have him brought in,” Dane requested.“No problem,” Jane said. She stepped out of the container and called the diamond specialist, a hooded man carrying a microscope. He entered quietly and took a seat at the table, carefully examining the diamond.“Wow… this is legit,” the specialist said after a moment, eyes wide. “Yes, it’s real. Legit. Absolutely real.”Alessandro then turned to the money. “Now it’s our turn to verify if this cash is real,” he said.“No problem. You may proceed,” Dane replied.With a han

Dane and Fablo continued exchanging blows, fists crashing into stomachs, ribs, and shoulders.“Fuck… this is insane,” Dane thought, gritting his teeth. “It’d be easier to fight someone my size. His punch is harder than mine—but I’m holding my own.”They traded punch after punch, sweat and blood mixing with the adrenaline coursing through their veins. At one moment, Dane swung a heavy punch, but Fablo dodged with lightning speed, grabbing Dane by the neck and lifting him off the ground.Reacting instinctively, Dane raised his leg, kicking Fablo and clamping down on his neck at the same time. Pain and force collided as they struggled midair. Finally, Fablo threw Dane to the ground. He rolled and sprang back up, only for Fablo to grab him again, pulling him up and slamming him onto the floor.“Shit… my spine… feels like it cracked,” Dane muttered through gritted teeth, standing back up.Their eyes locked. Dane leapt with all his strength, driving a knee toward Fablo’s face. Fablo recoile