All Chapters of From Street Rat To Mafia Boss : Chapter 361
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Clawing Back
Butcher leaned forward, his eyes locked on the iPad, the faint glow of the screen reflecting in the sharp lines of his face. The small camera hidden in Dane’s suit fed back every detail of the fight, though shaky and dark. He could see the blur of limbs, the sharp cracks of blows landing, the sheen of blood dripping steadily onto the concrete. Beside him, Jane sat stiffly, her hands gripping the edge of the table so tightly her knuckles were white. She barely blinked as she stared at the screen, her lips pressed thin as if the tension would split her apart. “What’s happening? I can’t see clearly,” she whispered. Her voice trembled, though she fought to keep it steady. “What’s going on in there?” Butcher didn’t answer at once. He was studying Dane’s every movement, watching the subtle shifts in his shoulders, the way his chest rose and fell under the weight of exhaustion. “Do you think he’ll be okay?” Jane pressed. Butcher finally spoke, his tone calm but heavy. “He’s in a lot of p
Bleeding but Unbroken
Dane pushed himself upright, every muscle in his body screaming in protest. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, sweat and blood dripping freely from his chin and soaking into his torn suit. His legs trembled beneath him, threatening to buckle, but his eyes—those sharp, burning eyes—remained fixed on the two women standing before him. He straightened his back as much as his injuries allowed, defiance etched into every line of his face.Across from him, the twins exchanged a glance. One of them winced as she pressed a hand against her ribs, struggling to draw breath. The crack from his earlier elbow had done real damage. Still, fury blazed in her eyes, undimmed by the pain. The other twin spat blood to the floor, her lips curling into a cruel sneer.“My mind is clear,” Dane growled, his voice hoarse but unshaken. “There’s still more of you out there I’ll have to face. So come on. Try your best. Give me your best shot.”His words, rough and taunting, lit a spark of rage in the twi
The Limit
“Yes! He did it! Yes!” Jane’s voice broke through the silence, loud and full of pride as she leaned closer to the iPad in her hands. Her eyes glittered with excitement, relief flooding her face. “I knew he was going to do it. I believed in him from the start.”On the screen, the camera feed showed Dane slumped against the wall, his chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged breaths. Blood coated his lips, streaks of it smeared across his jaw. The unconscious body of one twin lay crumpled against the wall while the other writhed weakly on the floor, her half-conscious groans echoing through the room. Dane had done it. He had survived.Jane tapped the iPad with her fingertip as though touching the screen would make her feel closer to the fight. “See? He’s actually good. More than good. He’s a fighter through and through.”Butcher sat back in his chair, his heavy frame casting shadows against the dimly lit room. He exhaled slowly, his eyes never leaving the screen. “Yeah,” he admitted i
Wave After Wave
Dane exhaled heavily, his chest rising and falling like a hammer striking metal. He could feel the ache deep inside his ribs; every breath burned, but at least the bleeding had stopped. Dried blood stuck to his shirt and hands, turning stiff where it had soaked into the fabric. The sting of the whip wounds pulsed beneath his suit like fire, but his mind was clear.He looked at the two women slumped on the floor—the twins. One was still unconscious, her head lolling forward, a streak of blood on her temple. The other was barely awake, her lips trembling as she tried to form words. Dane dragged their limp bodies closer together, pressing their backs against each other. Using the same whip they had lashed him with, he bound them tightly, the leather biting into their arms and wrists. He yanked the knot once to make sure it held.“That should keep you both quiet,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.He straightened slowly, feeling the weight of fatigue pressing on his muscles. What’s next? he
Escalation
Dane pressed his palm against the wall for balance as he climbed the last few steps. His body still burned from the whip lashes, his ribs ached, but his focus sharpened the moment he saw the door ahead. He stopped, listening. Silence. No footsteps, no gunfire—too quiet.He twisted the handle slowly and pushed the door open just a crack. The hinges creaked softly, and through the narrow gap he caught sight of the room beyond. A long dining hall stretched into the shadows, a heavy table planted in the center. Above, perched on one of the beams, an owl stared down at him with round golden eyes, silent and unmoving. The sight was unsettling, but Dane had no time for omens. He nudged the door wider and stepped inside.The air was thick, heavy with the smell of dust and old wood. His boots echoed faintly on the floor. He had only taken three steps when the first ambush came.Six men burst out of a side room, rifles already raised. Gunfire tore through the air, the roar deafening in the encl
Gauntlet of Giants
Dane kept moving slowly, his gun ready in his hands, but his mind alert for anything that could jump out at him. He had reached a new corridor, doors lined up on either side like a gauntlet. Each door opened into a small room, dimly lit, empty—or at least, that’s what it seemed. Step by careful step, he pushed one door open after another, moving with calculated patience, aware that one wrong move could cost him dearly. Every creak of the floor, every faint shadow on the wall, kept his senses razor-sharp.Then, suddenly, as he opened another door, a massive fist shot toward his face. Boom! The force slammed into him before he could even react. He stumbled back, his shoulder jolting from the impact. The man standing before him was enormous—easily 6’7”, his muscles bulging like coiled steel. His presence alone carried intimidation, a living wall of raw power. Dane’s heart pounded in his chest.Immediately, Dane adjusted, trying to create some distance. He feinted a punch, then used his l
Precision Over Power
“You are actually smiling? This mod is far from over,” the huge man growled, towering over Dane. “Over? Do you really think you can defeat me?”Dane wiped the sweat and blood from his face, breathing hard, but a small, defiant smile tugged at his lips. “Ah, so you can actually talk,” he said, steadying himself. “You were silent all this while.”The man’s eyes narrowed. “Well, yeah. You’re going to lose by this very fist,” he said, flexing his massive arm. “And I didn’t even explain the reason why—it’s because you’re not smart enough to understand.”Dane tilted his head, steadying his breathing despite the pain burning in his ribs and the sting along his jaw. “Oh really? Well, if you want to start throwing punches at me like it’s a straight fight—or even boxing—you should remember one thing: weight class. There are seventeen weight classes in boxing. And there’s a very big difference between our weights. And yet… you’re swinging at me like it’s nothing.”The huge man blinked once, anno
Against the Giant
“Now it’s time to end this,” Dane muttered under his breath, eyeing the huge man. His chest heaved with each labored breath, sweat and blood mixing on his face. “I can see an opening. He’s already weak.” A grim smile tugged at his lips, despite the sharp pain in his ribs and the stinging injuries across his body.The huge man noticed the slight smirk and frowned, though there was a glint in his eyes. “He thinks he can finish me?” he thought, stepping closer, pretending to be exhausted. But Dane’s trained instincts picked up the slightest twitch in his shoulders, the subtle coiling of his muscles. He’s pretending, Dane realized. He’s far from done.Before Dane could react further, the huge man lunged, his fist smashing into Dane’s ribs with a brutal crack. Pain exploded through his chest, and Dane staggered back, gasping as he felt the unmistakable snap of broken ribs. “Ahh!” he shouted, clutching his side, his vision briefly blurring. The man didn’t pause—there was no mercy in his eye
Breaking the Giant
Dane ran forward, his movements calculated despite the exhaustion pulling at his limbs. He jumped, legs shooting up into the air, slamming both feet squarely against the huge man’s chest. The man grunted, stumbling backward, but immediately recovered, his massive hands gripping the edge of a nearby table. With a surge of strength, he pushed the table, forcing Dane to step back to maintain his balance.Dane quickly regained his stance, eyes locked on the huge man. The room was tense, heavy with the sounds of their breathing and the faint echo of blows striking flesh and objects. The huge man’s face twisted into a grimace, and in a swift motion, he raised the table, hurling it straight toward Dane. The table slammed against the ground with a thunderous crash, narrowly missing Dane, forcing him to leap aside. He landed, knees bent, arms ready, determination flashing in his eyes despite the blood and sweat streaking his face.The huge man lunged forward again, fists pumping with raw power
Shattered Titan
The huge man lay sprawled on the cold floor, breath rattling like a bellows gone wrong. For a second the room was only the sound of feet — rushed, relentless — as they ran toward him, a pair of shadows refusing to give him room to rise. They pounced before he could find his footing, a flurry of fists that landed clean and merciless.The first punch snapped his head to the side. He tried to roll, to use his weight, but they were on him like a vise. One of them straddled his chest and rained blow after blow down into his face. No pause, no mercy — just the steady, hungry rhythm of someone who would not allow a second chance. Blood welled at the man’s lip and dripped slow and hot across the floorboards. The metallic scent cut through the room.The huge man’s nose broke with a harsh crack that made his whole face lurch. Pain flared white-hot through his skull. He clawed at the younger attacker’s arms, but they were surprisingly strong, compact and controlled. He tasted iron and anger. Wit