From Street Rat To Mafia Boss

Life

“Now, let’s continue from where we stopped yesterday. Who sent you, and why are you here?” Butcher asked.

“No one sent me,” Dane said. “I’ve told you the truth. I’ve accepted my fate. If you’re going to kill me, then kill me now. I know I’m still scared to die, but you can do as you please. I told you what happened. I’m not a spy. I’m just a guy who wants to make a living. I want to have a proper life. I want to have a proper meal. That’s all I want. That’s all there is to it. Nothing more. You can do as you want.”

Butcher looked into his eyes. He could always tell when someone was lying, and as he stared at Dane, he saw the truth.

“You must be telling the truth,” butcher said.

Dane remained silent.

“Are you sure you were part of the gang of thieves?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve heard about that group,” butcher said. “They stole from nobles and even killed some of them. Most of that gang was wiped out, but you’re still here. How?”

“I hid,” Dane admitted. “No one ever realized it was me because I always wore a mask when I went on jobs. My friends in the group didn’t wear masks. They wanted people to know their faces, but I didn’t. I stayed hidden.”

Butcher suddenly burst into laughter.

“Now that’s funny,” he said. “You say you want to make a living? I can change your life.”

“What do you mean?” Dane asked.

“I’ll give you two choices,” butcher said. “First option: You die. I kill you right here because you have information. You saw what I did yesterday. You saw me kill that man. I can’t let you go free. Second option: You join me. Become part of the mafia. Be my loyal dog. So, what’s it going to be?”

Dane hesitated. “What do I even gain from this?”

Butcher chuckled. “That meal you ate today? My men told me you cried while eating it. You’ll have much more of that. I looked into your past yesterday. You’re known as a street rat. An orphan. If you join me, I’ll take you to a better world. A better place. You’ll have all the money you want, all the riches, if you prove your loyalty. But I won’t repeat myself. Now pick.”

Dane was stunned.

He had never had anything real in his life. A real meal. A real life.

And he still didn’t want to die.

“I accept,” Dane said without hesitation.

Butcher smirked. “You’re not in yet. First, you’ll have to prove your loyalty.”

“Go back home, pack your things, and come back here by nightfall. Don’t even try anything stupid because my men are watching you,” the mafia boss said.

“I understand. I understand, sir,” Dane replied.

As he was walking away, butcher called him back. “Get stitches for all the bruises you have.”

Butchergave him a fist hit, making him sit back down. Dane shouted in pain as they stitched him up. His eyes were swollen, and his body was covered in bruises. He didn’t like the way he had joined the mafia, but still, if the mafia would give him a proper life, he was willing to join no matter what. He also wanted to stop pickpocketing because it wasn’t enough for him to survive, and sometimes he got caught.