From Street Rat To Mafia Boss

One Word Away

As he caught the suitcase, it bent slightly in his grip. He opened it.

Dane was annoyed—really, really annoyed—but he didn’t say another word. He began loading the guns, bullets, and everything he needed into the suitcase. Once it was all packed, he closed it with a sharp click.

He stood up, ready to leave. Jimmy was still staring at him, that smug look glued to his face.

Dane walked toward the door. But just as he reached it, he paused. He didn’t push it open right away. Instead, he turned slightly and looked back at Jimmy.

With his hand on the doorknob, he said, “After I come back from this mission… I promise you—if you ever act this way toward me again, I won’t let it slide.”

Jimmy leaned back in his chair, that same smirk tugging at his lips. “That’s only if you survive.”

Dane didn’t respond. He turned the knob and walked out. As he stepped into the hallway, he saw Jota standing beside the door.

you’re always everywhere,” Dane said.

“Please, sir. Let me carry your suitcase,” Jota