She was silent for a few seconds, then angrily ended the call without another word. Dane looked at her. “Will you come with me now?” She hesitated, then sighed. “Yes. I’ll get the kids.” She went inside the house and began packing. Dane waited outside for a few minutes before going in to check. He found her stuffing clothes, shoes, and even kitchenware into bags. “Ma’am,” Dane said, “there’s no need for plates or pots. Just clothes and personal stuff. Everything else will be taken care of.” She looked at him, a little calmer now. “Alright. I’ll be quick.” Dane nodded and stepped back outside, alert for any signs of trouble as she gathered the last of their things. As Tony’s wife packed, the children asked, “Mom, who was that man?” She smiled and replied, “He’s a family friend. We’re going on a little holiday.” The kids accepted the explanation easily. Dane, knowing how to win them over, pulled out two candies and handed one to each child. “Thank you!” they said happily. “Goo

Dane pulled a book from his backpack, tore out a page, rolled it up, and stuffed it into Jerry’s mouth. He tied a handkerchief around Jerry’s head to muffle any noise. Blood still seeped through Dane’s makeshift bandage, but he ignored the pain. He tied Jerry’s hands behind his back. Knowing Jerry might still try to run, Dane took a large sack from the bottom of his bike and opened it. “Get in,” he ordered. Jerry resisted. Dane forced him in, tied the sack shut, and strapped it to the back of the bike. Now, no one would suspect a thing. No alarms, no questions from the police. Just a guy on a bike—hauling what looked like luggage. Dane heard noises—voices and footsteps. It seemed the men had broken out of the room, ignoring his warning to stay put. The door was smashed open. He didn’t wait. Dane started the bike and sped off immediately. Some of the armed men saw him and tried to shoot, but he was already out of range. He increased his speed and didn’t stop until he reached the a

He tried to sit upright, still restrained. His face twisted in rage. “I helped you,” he growled. “I gave you money. When you were sentenced to thirty-five years in prison for murder, who came through for you? Me. I pulled strings. I used my political connections. You walked out in five years because of me, and this is how you repay me?” Jerry’s voice shook with hatred now. “Don’t worry. I’ll be out of here soon. The person who took me must want money, and money can buy anything. When I’m free, I’m coming for everything you love. You signed a contract with me—remember that? The moment you betrayed me, you signed your family’s death sentence. Your daughter, your wife, your parents… I’ll make sure they suffer before they die. Prepare yourself, Mr. Tony. Your time is ticking.” Tony didn’t say a word. The silence between them hung heavy. About thirty seconds passed. Then they heard footsteps. The sound of polished shoes echoed through the room—calm, deliberate, cold. Butcher entered t

“There was a time when I was still a rookie in the mafia world. We were under the same group. We both trained under the same boss. He was always cunning… always sneaky. Like a damn fox.” He looked back at Jerry and Dane. “If he knew where to hit… it means someone inside my group leaked that information. He has someone on the inside. A spy.” Butcher clenched his fist. “But I’ll find out who. And when I do… they’ll wish I only pointed a gun at their head.” He turned to Dane, now fully awake but quiet. “You hear that?” Butcher said. “Someone betrayed us. But I swear on everything… whoever it is… they’re already dead.” “The person is going to be dead. But how are we going to identify who the spy is?” Dane asked, looking directly at Butcher. Butcher waved a hand. “Whatever. We won’t bother ourselves about who the spy is or who isn’t. There’s a chance it was an outsider. “Look, I have about 30,000 official Mafia members—like you. But when it comes to people on the streets who work f

Butcher laughed, “Do you realize you’re an old man? You might look young and fit, but you’re over 45 years old and still yapping about your parents. Jack, take him away.” “No, no, no!” Jerry shouted. Jack took Jerry away. He tied him up outside, then threw him into the boot of one of the cars. Jerry was still shouting. Now Butcher walked out of the house. His car was different — a black Colony Rolls-Royce that looked majestic. They opened the door for Butcher, and he drove off. Dane, on the other hand, was watching Butcher from the window, looking at everything — the cars and the whole scene. It was Dane’s first time seeing a Rolls-Royce. He wanted to get closer to it but didn’t want to go outside. Then Dane saw Butcher’s car hadn’t started moving yet. Butcher picked up his phone and said, “Dane, set Tony free. He complied with everything we asked him to do. For now, his family is going to stay in the safe place we arranged. Let Tony join his family there. I will send you a number