2025-05-02 15:28:33Inside, the air was thick and musty. The smell of rust clung to everything. He moved quietly through the narrow halls until he found a stash of jewels. Ahead, he watched as henchmen placed a gold bar into a secret compartment.
He ducked behind a stack of crates, heart racing, sweat dripping down his back. The men didn’t leave.
More mafia members entered. One of them stood out—tall, sharp in an expensive suit, a luxury watch glinting on his wrist. He walked like he owned the world. Nearly 6’7”.
Dane’s breath caught.
That had to be him—the Butcher Boss.
The air changed as the boss stepped into the room where the gold bar was hidden. Moments later, a man’s voice screamed:
“Please! Forgive me! I didn’t mean to betray you!”
Bang.
A gunshot rang out. The screaming stopped.
Dane’s mind raced.
I need to get out. Forget the gold. I need to leave. I need to live.
He turned to escape, but now there were more men outside the ship, guarding the exits.
Panic surged through him.
No way out.
He darted across the room, eyes scanning frantically. Then he spotted an empty barrel and dove in, heart thudding against his chest.
He held his breath, praying no one heard him.
Because if they did—he was dead.
As he hid in the barrel, Dane’s heart pounded wildly. Slowly, he lifted the lid to peek outside—but then froze. It seemed like the men had already walked away.
He waited, counting the seconds in his head. Twenty minutes passed.
Finally, he climbed out, glancing around cautiously. Seeing no one nearby, he took a hesitant step forward.
But it was a trap.
The Mafia boss butcher had already figured out someone was hiding.
Dane felt a cold hand touch his back.
Before he could react, a powerful fist slammed into his face, knocking him out.
When he woke up, he was tied to a chair in a dimly lit room that reeked of blood and rot. The air was thick, heavy with something foul. He looked down—no injuries yet.
Suddenly, a voice spoke from the shadows.
“You’re awake, huh? Good. Now it’s time for torture.”
The voice was cold. Unfeeling.
His eyes gleamed with ruthless ambition.
“You’re going to tell me what you were doing on my ship, near my cargo. Are you a spy? Who sent you?” the Mafia boss butcher demanded.
Dane trembled, his whole body shaking with fear. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a stammer.
SMACK!
A heavy slap crashed across his face. His cheek split open, blood trickling down.
He had never been so terrified in his life. The Butchara Mafia—he knew exactly who they were. Everyone did. They were the most feared criminal organization in the country.
“Oh? So you’re not going to talk?” Butcher sneered. “Fine. You’ll experience real pain first.”
He turned to his henchmen.
“Tie him tighter. Flog him.”
The beating began.
The whip lashed against Dane’s skin again and again.
“HELP! SOMEBODY, PLEASE HELP ME!” he screamed.
Butcher only laughed.
“You idiot. Who do you think is going to hear you?”
Blood ran down Dane’s back. His vision blurred. His body shook violently.
“Ready to talk now?” butcher asked.
“Yes! Yes! I’ll talk! Please, forgive me! Spare me!” Dane cried.
“Then talk.”
“I… I overheard two men outside the bakery. They said something about gold bars being loaded onto this ship. I—I just thought… if I stole one, I could escape this life. That’s all. That’s the truth. Please, spare me…”
Butcher narrowed his eyes.
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Arrived
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
A Deal
“Well, well, well. Carlos Sylvester,” Butcher said, his voice low and steady. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you… speak to you. Anyone—anyone in the underworld, every criminal—would kill for the chance to talk to you.”“Butcher,” Carlos replied calmly.“Okay, go on,” Butcher said. “What are you trying to say? I was speaking to my boy, and you interrupted. That’s rude. Apologize.”“Okay, I’m going to apologize. I’m sorry for interrupting your call,” Carlos said.“Good. Now go on,” Butcher replied.“Are you really sure you have the connection or the power to give me that kind of offer?” Carlos asked.“Who do you think I am?” Butcher said. “You know damn well I’m one of the most ruthless mafia bosses in the underworld, so don’t take me for granted. I told my boy to speak with you. So, what’s your reply? I don’t go back on my word, and I don’t lie.”“Thank you,” Carlos said. “Our conversation is finally going somewhere. Alright, let’s do this. If I accept your deal this instant—because
The Offer
He dialed Butcher’s number. The phone rang once before Butcher picked up. “How did it go?” Butcher asked. “He accepted,” Dane said, then paused. “But—” “But what?” Butcher cut in sharply. “He said he agrees… but he has to consult someone first before taking the offer,” Dane replied. “What do you mean by that?” Butcher’s voice turned cold. “I told you—either he accepts the offer or you kill him. If he doesn’t agree, he dies. Do you understand?” Dane stayed silent. “Listen carefully,” Butcher continued. “The person Carlos wants to consult is a man who worships money. If Richard offers him enough cash, he’ll join Richard’s side without hesitation. And once that happens, they’ll provide Richard with the manpower he’s desperate for.” “Butcher…” Dane muttered, but Butcher kept going. “Richard is already dangerous. He’s not just a mafia boss—he’s connected to other syndicates. He’s strategic. He doesn’t want to waste lives unnecessarily, but if he’s cornered, he’ll sacrifice thousan
A Deal on Thin Ice
“What do you want me to do?” Carlos asked. “Your offer sounds good, but how do I trust you? How do I know you’re not lying to me or trying to use me? And how exactly would I even be of use to you?”Dane didn’t hesitate. “I’ll answer that. We need you. For a reason. We need more men.”Carlos frowned. “I don’t believe that. I know you guys—your crew already has more than enough soldiers. So don’t lie to me. Be honest.”Dane sighed. “Okay. I’ll be frank with you. Someone’s going to approach you soon with an offer. Don’t take it. Don’t even entertain it. That offer will be the end of you.”Carlos raised an eyebrow.“We need you, Sylvester. And I’m not playing games,” Dane said. “If you don’t join us… you’re going to have to die.”Carlos scoffed. “Anyone can feel powerful with a gun in their hand. Even a seven-year-old can control someone if they point it right. But I don’t fear seven-year-olds—and I don’t fear you.”“Do what you want,” Carlos continued. “Shoot me if you think that makes y
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