“I thought you were supposed go to the tomorrow,” he said. “But it seems like that’s changed. Come back to me first, then head to the airport. You understand?” “Yes, sir,” Dane replied. “And sir,” he continued, “about the ID and driver’s license—I’m going to destroy them. But there’s something else. When I was there… it felt like those people wanted war. Or they were trying to send a message, start something.” He hesitated. “I’m not sure yet. Still trying to figure it out. But it felt personal—like they had a grudge against you. After they killed our men, they didn’t just leave them. They kept marching over the bodies. Stomping them. Over and over. It was brutal. Intentional.” Butcher stayed silent, listening. Dane added, “Sir, I think this could be serious. So… what are you going to do about it?” Butcher finally spoke. “Bring me the ID. I need to know who did this. Once I find out, I’ll give it a few days. Then I’m heading out—either to where they’re hiding, or straight to

“But you’re getting better,” Butcher said, watching Dane with a hard stare. “Just a few days ago, or maybe a week, you were crying like a little bitch over someone you killed. Now look at you. My spy told me you handled that last job perfectly.” Dane stood silent. “But bow your damn head,” Butcher snapped. “To me. To Butcher.” Dane immediately lowered his head. “And listen—there’s no need to hand over the money,” Butcher continued. “On a mission, if you find something useful in your enemy’s pocket, you can take it. But don’t grab things that aren’t meant for you. That kind of greed? That’s how complications start.” He stepped closer. “And never disobey orders. I’ve been good to you, more than you realize. But in this world, the price of stepping out of line… it could be death. I need you to understand that.” Dane kept his head down, swallowing hard. “I’m not even sure you know all the rules yet,” Butcher added. “So let this be a warning. Now, get out of my office.” “Yes, sir,”

“Eh man, we already here. We’re at the airport,” the driver said, glancing at Dane through the rearview mirror. Dane’s eyes were still closed. At the sound of the driver’s voice, he opened them slowly. “What did you say?” “I said we’re already at the airport. Go get him. I’ll wait here,” the driver repeated. “Okay, good.” Dane looked outside before pushing open the car door and stepping out. But as he stood there, his stomach sank. Oh shit… He patted himself down, eyes widening. I forgot the signboard. Either I left it outside Butcher’s office… or—damn—it’s not with me. He scanned the crowd, frustration rising. How the hell am I supposed to find Leo now? He hurried back to the car. “Eh man, do you know what time Leo’s flight was supposed to land?” The driver shrugged. “All the boss said was, don’t be late. He said Leo should be outside by 4:30 p.m. It’s 4:35 now, so he should be out any minute.” “Alright,” Dane muttered and walked off again. He didn’t enter the airport, just hu

“I get what you’re saying, but honestly, I don’t give a shit,” Leo said, grinning with confidence. “I’m finally back. It’s my time to rule Italy. So, do I get to join the mafia now? Where’s the contract? Let me sign it—fast. I need this moment.” Butcher sighed and waved a hand toward the door. “Go to your room. I’m still thinking about it.” Leo shrugged. “Alright, I’m going to my room then.” He walked out and headed down the ship’s corridor to one of the rooms. When he arrived, the driver was already there, unloading his luggage at the door. Leo grabbed his bags and stepped inside, but he didn’t plan to stay long. He had to leave the ship without anyone noticing. It was around 8 p.m. Even after being sent abroad, Leo had kept in touch with Ben Richard. He took out his phone and called. “Ben, I’m back in Italy. We should link up,” Leo said. “Alright, sounds good. Where should we meet?” Ben replied. “I’ll send you an address within the hour. I need to find a place to stay first,”

The following morning, Butcher sat in his office, deep in thought. Suddenly, Dane entered. “Good morning, sir,” Dane greeted. Butcher looked up. “Hi, Dane. How are you?” “Good, sir,” Dane replied. “Did Leo leave the ship yesterday?” Butcher asked. “Probably not, sir. I’m not too sure,” Dane answered. “Let’s find out.” Butcher stood and walked toward Leo’s room. He knocked, and Leo opened the door. “Old man, what’s wrong?” Leo asked. Butcher said nothing and walked away. Later, Dane asked, “Why did Leo need money from me even if he was still here?” Butcher nodded. “I’m going to G****e this. I checked the ID card from the attackers. They belong to the Larusso Mafia Family.” “I don’t know much about the Mafia, but that sounds serious,” Dane said. “I’m going to meet some of my men. We’ll head there to meet their boss and ask if he sent those people to attack my men. We’ll find out soon enough.” “Yes, sir.” “But prepare yourself. Train hard. You understand?” “Yes, sir.” As B