All Chapters of From Street Rat To Mafia Boss : Chapter 391
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Garrett
Dane ran down the middle of the road, blood drying on his face as he wiped his jacket clean. “Finally,” he muttered. “Lost the cops.” But there was no time to breathe. Leo can wait. I need firepower first. Garrett Place. That was the only stop that mattered now. He looked down at the empty gun in his hand and scoffed. “This won’t survive Garrett Place.” A car slowed as it approached the wreckage ahead. Dane stepped into the road and raised the empty weapon. “Hey! Stop! Stop right there!” The driver swerved, trying to turn away. Dane took a step forward. “Try to run and I shoot.” The car stopped. The door opened slowly. “Out. Now.” The driver stepped out, hands raised. Dane moved fast, shoving him aside and jumping into the seat. The engine roared. Tires burned as he took the corner hard, shooting toward the bridge that led straight into Garrett territory. Garrett Place. Guns. Bullets. Grenades. If he was going after Leo, he was going to war. And this time, he w
Blackout
The vault lights hummed as Dane stepped inside.Rows of weapons gleamed under white LEDs. Heavy cases lined the walls. Armor rigs hung like soldiers waiting to be called to war.Garrett folded his arms, watching.“Take what you need,” he said. “But choose fast. Word travels quickly in this city.”Dane moved down the aisle, eyes scanning. He didn’t rush. He never rushed. Every choice mattered.He picked up a rifle, tested the weight. Set it down.A shotgun. Too loud.A compact carbine. Balanced. Clean.He nodded.Then a sidearm. Sleek. Reliable.A vest. Lightweight. Flexible.Garrett stepped closer. “You’re going after Leo’s quarter, aren’t you?”Dane didn’t answer at first. He checked a magazine, slid it into a pouch, then looked up.“Tonight,” he said.Garrett exhaled slowly. “That place is a fortress.”“Fortresses fall.”Garrett smirked. “You sound like Butcher.”Dane finished strapping the vest, rolled his shoulders, and grabbed a black duffel from the rack.“Where’s the exit?”Gar
HellFire corridor
Dane burst into the building through the smoke, gunfire cracking around him. Blood streaked the marble floor. Men shouted. Alarms wailed.He dropped his duffel and ripped it open.Smoke grenades.One after another, he hurled them across the lobby.Hissssss—White clouds exploded outward, swallowing the room. Visibility vanished. Shapes blurred. Shadows ran.“Where is he?!”Gunfire ripped blindly through the smoke.Dane moved.Low. Fast. Silent.A man rushed through the fog.Dane fired.The man collapsed.Two more came down the staircase leading to the entrance, weapons raised.Boom.Boom.They tumbled down the steps, lifeless.A muzzle flash flared from above.Someone on the upper floor.Dane rolled across the floor as bullets tore into the wall where he’d been standing. He came up on one knee, aimed through the smoke, and fired.The body dropped from the balcony and slammed onto the marble below.Dane didn’t slow.He sprinted deeper into the mansion.Three men in suits rushed from a
Exhausted
Dane kept climbing.Every step burned. His lungs dragged in smoke and dust with each breath. The building groaned around him, wounded from explosions and gunfire, its bones cracked and trembling.The stairwell finally opened.A long corridor stretched ahead, silent and empty. Emergency lights flickered along the walls, casting shadows that crawled like living things. Smoke drifted in slow waves across the floor.No guards.No movement.Too quiet.Two paths split ahead.Left.Right.Dane slowed, scanning both directions. His fingers tightened around his rifle.“Top floor,” he muttered. “It has to be.”He took three steps forward.A shape moved at the far end of the hall.A man stepped into the light.Their eyes met.The man’s hand dropped to his vest.The pin came out.A grenade sailed through the air.Dane reacted on instinct.He sprinted forward, boots pounding, launched himself into the air, and caught the grenade just as it began to spark.For a split second, time froze.Then he tw
Shards
Dane kept one hand moving, slow and steady.Every door along the corridor looked the same. Heavy. Silent. Waiting.“You don’t kick doors blindly,” he muttered. “That’s how you die.”He stopped in front of a larger one at the end of the hall.Thicker steel. Reinforced frame.Important.Dane pressed his ear to it.Movement.Breathing.Voices.“This is it,” he whispered.Then he stepped back.And kicked.BOOM!The door blasted inward.Smoke and dust rolled across the room.Seven men spun around, guns rising in perfect unison.At the center of the room, tied to a chair, sat Leo.His arm was wrapped in blood-soaked bandages. His face was pale, but his eyes were still sharp.“Drop your weapon!” one of Leo’s men shouted. “Or we kill him right now!”Dane didn’t lower the gun.“You shoot him,” Dane said calmly, “and you die right after. Every one of you.”The men hesitated.Leo smiled.“Well, well, well,” he said. “If it isn’t Dane. We meet again.”Dane stepped into the room, gun still raised.
Blast
“Well, you all think you have control,” he said, his eyes moving from one trigger finger to the next. “But none of you is ready to pull the trigger. Because I’m watching every single one of you closely. The moment any of you fires… Leo dies too.” The room went still. No one blinked. No one breathed too loudly. One of the men tightened his grip on his rifle. Dane noticed immediately. “Easy,” Dane said. “Your finger’s shaking.” The man froze. Leo let out a slow breath through his nose. “You always were good at reading people.” Dane took one slow step forward. The guns followed him. “Stay where you are!” one of them shouted. Dane stopped. “Look at yourselves,” Dane said. “Seven men. Seven guns. And not one of you wants to be the first to pull the trigger. Because whoever does… is the one who starts the war in this room.” Dane’s jaw tightened as the men closed in, their boots scraping softly against the floor. The circle around him shrank. Every barrel tracked his movement. H
Chasing Shadows
Dane burst through the back door. The hallway beyond was narrow and dimly lit. Wires dangled from the ceiling, and debris was scattered across the floor. Leo was already moving, limping slightly but fast enough to stay ahead. “Don’t slow down!” Dane shouted, keeping his gun trained on him. The sound of distant gunfire echoed behind them. Some of Leo’s men had regrouped and were trying to cut off their escape. Dane dove to the side as a bullet slammed into the wall inches from his head. He rolled forward, keeping pace with Leo, and fired back, dropping one of the men lining up a shot. Leo glanced over his shoulder, panic flickering in his eyes. “You think you can catch me?” “You’re not going anywhere,” Dane growled. Leo crashed into a storage room, kicking crates aside. Dane followed immediately and ducked behind a stack of boxes as Leo grabbed a nearby pipe and raised it as a weapon. Dane’s finger tightened on the trigger. BOOM! A single shot rang out. Leo stumbled, the pipe t
Chaos Is Cover
“This bastard has already done too much. Now this is getting insanely annoying. Do I have to keep chasing him?”Dane’s eyes burned with frustration as he sprinted across the upper floor of the building.“I won’t make him die easily,” he muttered.Ahead of him, Leo smashed through a window.Glass shattered outward.Dane rushed forward and looked down.Leo was halfway down the building, gripping a thick rope tied somewhere above. He was sliding down fast, boots scraping hard against the wall as he controlled his descent.The rope swung violently.“Damn it,” Dane growled.Below, Leo looked up and shouted at the men on the ground.“You fools! Stop staring and shoot him while he’s defenseless in midair!”The men nodded and immediately raised their guns toward the window.Dane didn’t hesitate.He grabbed the rope and jumped out.The wind hit his face as he wrapped his legs around the rope and began sliding down fast. The rope burned his palms, but he ignored it.Gunshots exploded below.Bul
Surrounded Again
Warm liquid ran down the side of his face.Blood.He pushed himself up quickly, ignoring the dizziness. His head throbbed violently, blood dripping down his cheek and onto his shirt.Leo stood a few meters away, breathing hard, eyes wild but sharp.“There’s no way for you to run,” Dane growled, not even raising his gun yet. His voice was low, dangerous.But then—Footsteps.Leo’s men had already closed the distance.They rushed in from both sides of the street, guns drawn.Civilians who had been watching froze for a split second — then chaos exploded.People screamed.Some dropped their bags and ran.Others pulled out their phones, shouting that they were calling the police.Cars that had been approaching immediately stopped and reversed. Some drivers made reckless U-turns. Horns blared. The entire road turned into panic.“Gun! Gun!” someone screamed.Dane wiped blood from his eye with the back of his hand. The bleeding was serious now. It soaked into his collar and dripped down his c
Sniper’s Mistake
Even though it was faint and difficult to see, he noticed a figure inside one of the windows. Someone was standing there.Someone was watching him.For a brief moment, their eyes seemed to meet.The person suddenly moved their head away, but Dane caught a glimpse of something in their hands.A gun.That was when Dane quickly looked back at Leo.Leo’s men had already started advancing toward him. They moved slowly but steadily, surrounding him from different sides like wolves circling wounded prey.When Dane looked back at them, they suddenly stopped.Leo frowned slightly.“Hey,” Leo said, tilting his head. “What are you looking at? Don’t lose focus on me.”Dane let out a small breath.“Oh, you think I didn’t know already?” Dane said calmly.Leo raised an eyebrow.“I suspected it,” Dane continued. “Just across the street. That building there. There’s someone already waiting to kill me.”He slightly tilted his head toward the tall building.Leo’s smile slowly darkened.“Oh,” Leo said qu