From Street Rat To Mafia Boss

Sorry, But You Have to Go

The moment any of them opened that door was the moment they were gone. They all understood that.

Cautiously, the seven men split up, checking the rooms one by one. Tension built with every silent step.

Finally, one of them reached the fifth room on the left. The moment he cracked the door open—

Gunfire exploded.

Dane didn’t hesitate. He unloaded the rest of his Uzi into the man’s chest. The target dropped instantly, his body slamming against the wooden floor.

Click.

The gun was empty.

“Shit… What the fuck now?” Dane hissed.

Without wasting a second, he ran toward the downed man and grabbed his weapon—a small pistol. Lightweight, but it would do. He didn’t even look to check if the man was fully dead.

The remaining six had heard it. The thud of a body. The sharp burst of suppressed gunfire. They rushed out of the rooms they were checking and began sprinting down the spiral staircase—straight toward where Dane had retreated.

He was nearly at the bottom now, right where the staircase cur