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Every Move Predictable

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Butcher was getting ready. The 300 men he had summoned were already on their way. They were heading to storm one of Richard’s buildings. Richard wasn’t at his mansion—he was hiding out in another one of his properties, one that was still under construction, with unpainted walls and unfinished structure.

Butcher moved through his men, calm and focused. He understood Richard’s game—Richard wanted to scare him. He wanted to make Butcher feel threatened, make him believe his people were going to die. But Butcher refused to show fear. He wouldn’t give Richard that satisfaction.

Instead, he decided to hit back just as hard. He sent his men—and Jane—with one mission: rob one of Richard’s warehouses.

Butcher understood everything that was going on. He could feel it—every move Richard made was predictable. It was almost like this chaos was part of his own plan. And before Richard could kill Dane, Butcher knew there was still a strong chance to save him.

Then his phone rang. Jane.

He answered

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This Is My Life Now
As he got into the car—which was a limousine—Dane didn’t say a word to the driver. About forty-five minutes later, after the long, quiet drive, the car finally stopped in front of a tall building. A skyscraper. It was Dane’s first time seeing one up close. The driver rolled down the window. Dane leaned slightly, looking out through the glass. His mouth opened in awe. Wow… this is so, so beautiful, he thought. Then he turned and looked straight at the driver. “Is this my destination?” “Yes, it is,” the driver replied, still facing forward. “But you were supposed to drop me at the helicopter. I’m supposed to board it,” Dane said. “My job was to bring you here. There’s someone waiting for you inside the building. Someone important,” the driver replied. Dane nodded. He reached into his pocket, checked the position of his gun, then slipped it back inside his jacket. His suit shifted as he moved. Then he opened the limousine door—smooth, steady, and slow. The area was crowded. Peo
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“Well, anyway, I’m going to take my leave. You just enjoy your time on the ship,” Dane said.“Don’t worry about that. I’ll soon be going to break the news to my men,” Carlos replied.“You mean your hoodlums? Or thugs? Whatever you call them,” Dane said.“Well… you can call them whatever you want,” Carlos shrugged. Then he turned, stepped out of his room, and walked away.Dane stood there for a moment, watching the door close.This guy… Carlos.I’m not sure we can trust him or not. Even if Butcher showed him his power—what he can do with the police and everything—in the end, that alone might not be enough. A man like that can’t be trusted so easily, Dane thought.But then again… Butcher isn’t someone who makes wrong decisions.“I think I shouldn’t be worried about that right now,” Dane muttered to himself. “There are bigger things to focus on.”Richard might attack tomorrow. And when Butcher predicts something, he’s rarely wrong. That meant Dane had to be ready.His injury had healed.
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The contract—Butcher gave it to him. It stated everything: Carlos’s life, his men, his loyalty—everything was now tied to the mafia.As Carlos finished reading it, he paused and prayed. He was a Christian. He usually went to a Catholic church. He had tattoos all over his body. He was a big sinner. But still, before doing anything serious, he always prayed.He touched his forehead, then his chest, then each of his shoulders—making the sign of the cross. When he was done, he folded his arms. Then he looked at the contract once again. Finally, he signed it.After signing, he looked up at Butcher.“Butcher, do I need to cut my hand? Like, my blood—for a fingerprint signature? I hear they usually do that in the mafia,” Carlos said, lifting the paper off Butcher’s desk.Butcher looked at him.“No need for that. In my mafia, we don’t do that. And you… you’re a big sinner. You’re a killer. And here you are, praying,” Butcher said.Carlos looked at him and smiled.“I’m sure you’re also a sinne
I’m Not Here to Beg
Carlos stood still, looking at Butcher. A slow smile spread across his face. Then, he opened his arms wide and said, “It’s a pleasure for me to meet the great Butcher. You’ve shown me what you can do, and I thank you for that.”He took a step closer.Butcher was seated in front of him, calm and silent. Carlos reached forward, offering a handshake.But Butcher didn’t move.He looked at Carlos for a moment, then slowly brought his own hand up—not to shake, but to return it to his pocket.He kept staring at Carlos without a word.Carlos lowered his hand.“Thank you,” he said quietly.The air between them was heavy—respect, tension, and something else neither of them spoke out loud. He stayed seated, unmoving, until Carlos finished speaking. Then, slowly, Butcher reached his hand back and slipped it into his pocket.“I’m trying to be nice,” Carlos said calmly. “You’re the one who wanted to give me a contract. And I’m here now. You’ve shown me what you can do. I’m ready to be part of your
Fortress Ship
After a one-hour drive, Dane and Carlos finally reached the ship. As Dane stopped his bike in front of it, Carlos got off and stared at the massive vessel. Without saying a word, he stepped closer, eyeing the structure with quiet curiosity.Dane got down from the bike too, adjusting the collar of his suit. He buttoned it calmly, then walked toward Carlos and stood beside him.“I haven’t seen him in person before,” Carlos said, turning his head slightly toward Dane, then looking straight ahead again. “I’ve only seen him once on TV. Back then, he wasn’t painted as a mafia boss—he was shown donating to charity, helping orphans and the less privileged.”Dane didn’t respond. Instead, he moved ahead of Carlos and started walking onto the ship.Carlos followed closely behind.As they stepped aboard, the men stationed on the ship—Butcher’s men—looked directly at Carlos. Some of them watched in silence, while others exchanged glances, sizing him up. There was no hostility, but the air was heav

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