After a few hours, the chopper finally landed in Naple. Jane and Dane stepped down, Dane holding the briefcase tightly. Waiting nearby was a sleek Rolls Royce.“Could that be the Boss’s car, or should we call him?” Dane asked.Jane shook her head. “It’s his Rolls. Just get in.”They slid into the car, and after a four-hour drive through the city, the vehicle finally stopped in front of a massive penthouse—divided into three sections, each housing some of the Mafia members. Butcher was waiting inside.“Finally… we’re back in Naples,” Dane said quietly. “How’s the Boss going to react? The mission was a success.”Jane shot him a look. “I doubt he’ll just praise us.”They walked toward Butcher’s quarters. When they reached the door, they knocked. The Boss appeared almost immediately. They bowed their heads in respect.“So, you’re back,” Butcher said, his tone even but sharp.“Raise your head. Let me see the diamond,” he added.Dane stepped forward, holding the briefcase steady. “This is i

“That’s quite an ambition, Boss,” Dane said quietly.“Maybe,” Butcher replied. “But it might become reality.”Dane hesitated, then asked, “So what does the King of All Mafia want to do with the diamond?”Butcher glanced at him, voice low. “I didn’t tell you? He plans to return it to where it came from.”“Return it?” Dane repeated, surprised.“Yes. Send it back to the museum in America where it was stolen,” Butcher explained. “The public hasn’t seen it yet. It’s only a matter of time before someone connects the dots. Better for him to return it before news leaks and the wrong people notice.”Dane frowned. “Why would he do that? What’s his angle?”Butcher folded his hands. “He’s not noble. He’s acting out of self-interest. He’s well connected to powerful people over there. If a high-profile theft like this were traced back to Italy—if word got around that someone in our country stole a priceless artifact and spirited it away—that could blow up into an international incident. Tensions be

“But Boss,” Dane said, leaning forward, “you’re someone capable of predicting things. Not only that—you have intense strength, and you’re one of the most terrifying mafia bosses in Naples. Everyone knows it, not just here, but all over Italy.”Butcher nodded slightly. “Yeah, maybe. But to be honest… that Coin Flipper is terrifying in a different way. The reason is simple: when you think about killing him, the person is already dead. He acts before you even have the upper hand. You might think you have the advantage, but not against him.”Dane’s eyes narrowed. “So someone like me… if I wanted to fight him?”“You could defeat him, maybe,” Butcher said slowly. “But it would take time. He has men watching everywhere. You might see a man reading a newspaper nearby and think he’s ordinary… but no. That’s one of the Coin Flipper’s men. And one more thing—hope you never receive a paper from him. If someone hands you a paper, don’t collect it. No matter who it’s from.”“Oh… is that how he does

“Okay, we just got back. Understood,” Dane said, stretching his arms. “But honestly… I’m starving. Can I get something to eat?”Butcher’s eyes narrowed. “Are you serious right now? You’re not taking this as a joke, are you?”“No, no,” Dane shook his head quickly. “I mean it. I’m starving. Since we came back, we haven’t eaten a thing. Even if we had, I’d still be hungry.”Butcher let out a low laugh. “When you were in the slums, you got through the day with nothing but stale bread. Bread given to you as payment for backbreaking work. Now you’re forgetting that life already?”Dane’s lips curved into a small smile. “Yeah, you’re right… I’ve forgotten about that life. And I’m glad I did. I prefer this one, believe me. Don’t worry, the coin flipper is still on my mind. But right now, I just want a room.”“Fine,” Butcher said, waving a hand. “Take the other one.”“Good,” Dane said, lifting his luggage. He carried it down the hall, pushed open the door, and stepped inside. After locking it b

“Wow. I didn’t expect all that,” Dane said quietly. “You’ve been through a lot, friend. How did it happen?”Zion ran a hand through his hair and looked away. “I don’t really know how to explain it. At first everything was going great. Then… things just fell apart.”“You don’t have to sugarcoat it,” Dane said. “Do you regret it? The way you lived, the money you wasted?”Zion’s laugh was small and bitter. “Yeah. I regret a lot. I wasted it on parties and girls. My parents were rich once—really rich. I bought houses and cars for people. I tried to get them back later, asked my lawyer, but everything had been put in other names. There was nothing I could do.”Dane’s face softened. “I’m sorry, man. That sucks.”Zion shook his head. “You remember that story I told you back when we were kids? About why I’m an orphan?” He paused, swallowing. “My parents weren’t from here. They came from an Eastern country—tourists, trying to give me a better life. Then everything went wrong. There was an atta