All Chapters of From Street Rat To Mafia Boss : Chapter 351
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Elevator
“ID,” the taller guard said at last, flat and businesslike. He moved with a casual hand to a radio clipped on his vest while the other man’s fingers curled near the butt of a pistol. It was the kind of choreography Dane knew well—security theater built to intimidate and to test. He kept his face neutral and slid his hand into an inner pocket. His fingers closed around the fake ID Butcher’s crew had crafted: glossy, with the right laminate, a believable photograph, and the name Francesco printed in clean letters. He handed it over like he was giving someone change.The guard took the card, scanned it once under the harsh light, then tapped a code into the radio. The tiny speaker crackled. “Hold for one. Boss asked about you earlier?” the guard muttered, then cocked an eyebrow at Dane. He could have searched him. He could have made this a long, humiliating delay. Instead, after a long, slow inhale, he waved a hand toward the door. “Fine. You can go up. Elevator at the back. Don’t attrac
Neon
Dane moved like a man with a hole in his chest—breathing hard, eyes scanning, every step a calculation. He darted from room to room, kicking doors open, checking corners. The tiny camera in his lapel was a hot weight against his sternum; he could almost feel Butcher watching through it. The elevator had been a mess—bodies and blood and the taste of metal in the air—but the building still hummed with life: radios popping, footsteps stamping, men shouting in the distance. He couldn’t afford to wait and think. He needed to move.A shape slid across his path—one of the building’s goons, callused hands reaching for a pistol. Dane’s Beretta barked twice and the man folded, a line of crimson painting his shirt. Two more charged from the stairwell; Dane dropped low, snatched a dead man’s limp body and rammed it between him and the shooters, using the corpse as a shield while he squeezed off shots around it. The recoil jarred his shoulder, his throat burned, but each impact counted. Men collap
Concrete Baptism
The corridor shook with the sound of fists colliding, flesh on flesh, bone on bone. Dane and Neon hammered at each other with reckless fury, their strikes echoing down the hall. Neon suddenly leapt, both legs snapping forward like steel pistons. His boots crashed into Dane’s chest, sending him flying backward. Dane slammed into a door so hard it burst open, the wooden frame creaking as he stumbled into the room beyond.The room was empty, stripped bare, the walls cold concrete. Dane staggered upright, coughing for air, but Neon was already on him—charging with relentless speed. Neon’s foot shot out in a vicious kick, but Dane twisted aside, feeling the wind of the strike whistle past his ribs. Dane countered with a desperate elbow toward Neon’s side, but the man moved with serpent-like precision, slipping past.Dane tried to bolt for the doorway, but Neon’s hand clamped around his collar and yanked him back. They crashed to the ground, the fight spilling into chaos. Dane’s fingers fum
Two Against One
Dane’s fists rained down like a storm. Neon writhed beneath him, gasping for breath as Dane suddenly locked both hands around his throat, squeezing with merciless strength. Neon’s face turned red, his eyes bulging as he clawed desperately at Dane’s arms.Dane’s breath was ragged, his eyes blazing with fury. “Die already…” he growled through gritted teeth, tightening his grip.Then—crack. Pain exploded in Dane’s skull. Neon, in a final act of defiance, had fumbled for a short iron stick by his side and swung it upward. The metal slammed into Dane’s temple. Stars filled his vision as his body lurched sideways, crashing hard against the floor.Neon staggered to his feet, coughing violently, clutching his bruised neck. He swayed, trying to steady his breath. Sweat and blood dripped down his face as he staggered toward Dane’s limp body. He crouched, grabbing Dane’s left leg, ready to drag him across the floor like a prize.But Dane’s eyes snapped open. A smirk crept across his bloodied lip
The Sisters
The two women darted at Dane like shadows, striking in perfect rhythm. Their fists came from opposite sides, aiming for his head and ribs at once. Dane bent low, weaving between their blows. His body twisted, his breath sharp, the air hissing as punches sliced past his ears.He snapped a kick upward, boot slamming into one twin’s stomach. The impact drove her back, her body folding before she crashed against the wall.The second twin didn’t pause. She leapt, her heel slicing down like a blade toward his skull. Dane caught her leg mid-air with his left hand, muscles straining, and with a grunt he swung her sideways, tossing her into the plaster. The wall cracked with the force.But the twins were relentless. They scrambled back to their feet, almost as if choreographed. Their eyes glinted with excitement, not fear.Dane charged forward, launching himself into the air, trying to land a double kick against their chests. But they pivoted, catching him mid-flight—one gripping his lap, the
The Whip
They moved again, fast, running toward him. Their fists blurred as they struck, forcing Dane onto the defensive. He raised his arms, blocking, deflecting, ducking low. Each punch rattled through his bones, heavier than before. His jaw tightened.Damn… their punches are getting tougher. Is it those rings? Must be. Every hit feels like steel smashing my bones.Sweat stung his eyes. His guard was holding, but just barely. Defense alone wasn’t enough. If he kept this up, fatigue would eat him alive.With a sharp growl, he shifted. He exploded forward between their strikes, fist slamming into one twin’s stomach. She gasped, doubling over. His elbow followed, cracking into the left twin’s face.But before he could follow through, the other twin’s fist whipped across his cheek. His head snapped sideways, blood spraying from his lip. Rage flared, and he answered with his own punch, straight to her jaw. The crack echoed in the room.One of the twins staggered back, pretending to stumble. Her e
Physical toll
The twin snapped the whip again. The other sister shifted back a little, giving her room.The leather hissed through the air before cracking toward Dane. He raised his arm instinctively to block it.SNAP!Pain tore through him. His skin split open instantly, blood spilling down his forearm.“Shit!” he roared, clutching the wound.The whip cracked again, the sound sharp and merciless. Dane stumbled backward, dodging as best he could, each strike barely missing his face, his chest, his legs.He bent low, eyes tracking the whip’s deadly arc. His breath came ragged.Damn it… just one touch and it ripped my flesh like paper. What the hell is this thing? What the hell are these women?The whip lashed out again. Dane dodged, twisting sideways, sweat flying off his face. Another snap followed immediately, and he barely ducked under it.Then came the feint. She flicked the whip short, making it seem like it was aimed for his head. Dane leaned back, thinking he had dodged it. But the strike was
Predators Break
The twins kept whipping him, their strikes snapping like thunder in the air. Dane’s breath grew heavier, his muscles straining with every dodge and block. Each lash carried a sting that burned through his nerves, and he could feel fatigue digging into his bones. Still, he stood his ground, eyes sharp, refusing to collapse.“This is really bad,” he muttered under his breath, watching their formation. One twin attacked relentlessly, pouring her strength into every swing of the whip, while the other lingered just a few feet back, arms crossed, eyes calculating. She wasn’t tired. She was resting. Dane understood the game they were playing now. They’re rotating… one fights, the other recovers. A cycle that never ends. By the time one exhausts herself, the other comes in fresh. I’m bleeding out, wasting energy, while they’re conserving it.His jaw tightened. If I let this continue, I’m finished.The whip cracked again, narrowly missing his throat as he twisted his body aside. The air whistl
Eyes on the Screen
Butcher sat hunched over the table, an iPad resting heavy in his hands. The screen glowed faintly in the dim room, the small camera pinned to Dane’s suit streaming every detail of the battle. Each crack of the whip echoed through the tinny speaker, and Butcher’s jaw clenched harder with every strike. Beside him, Jane leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the screen, her knuckles white from gripping the edge of the table.“Damn…” Butcher muttered under his breath, his voice low, almost a growl.On the screen, Dane staggered, his back ripped open by the whip. He bled freely, but his eyes—those sharp, furious eyes—never lost focus. The twins moved with terrifying precision, one attacking without pause, the other conserving energy, standing back like a predator waiting for its turn.Jane exhaled slowly, almost in disbelief. “He’s in big trouble. This is bad… real bad. They’re tearing him apart. But look at him… he’s still pushing forward.”Butcher didn’t answer at first. He simply watched as
Went Dark
The whip dangled heavy in Dane’s hand, its leather cracked and stained from the fight. His chest rose and fell like a storm, sweat mixing with blood as his grip tightened. The twins stood across from him, their breathing steady despite the bruises on their faces, their eyes sharp and predatory.Dane lifted the whip, feeling its weight, feeling the power he now held. For a moment, he imagined lashing it across their bodies, leaving scars that would remind them forever of this night. But then the thought hit him—these were women. He could kill men without hesitation, break them, leave them bleeding in alleys without a second thought. But leaving scars on women? That thought crawled in his chest, heavy, bitter.His lips parted, his voice raw. “This will be bad, ladies. It’ll be bad to give scars to bodies like yours. Men… men I don’t care about. But women? No. Not this time.”And with that, Dane tossed the whip behind him. The sound of it hitting the floor echoed like a verdict.The twin