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One Fight at a Time
“He’s someone who used to work for us,” Jane whispered. “But Butcher suspected he was secretly working for someone else. I’m forgetting the name… but Butcher was right. He told me that person was behind the kidnapping of Luca and Sofia.”“Then let’s just listen,” Dane said. “Maybe they’ll slip up and tell us where the drum is.”They stayed silent, straining to hear.“The girl in that drum never stops crying,” one guard complained. “Are you sure we shouldn’t just get rid of them? They’re a pain to keep.”“For now, we don’t kill them,” Nico replied. “They’ll be useful to us soon. Keep them alive.”“Yes, sir,” both men said.“Go check on Larry and the others—find out why they’re still not back,” Nico ordered. “They should’ve returned by now.”As he turned to leave, Jane’s eyes hardened. She glanced at Dane. “They’re unarmed. This is our chance.”They both rose from behind the crate in unison. Jane leveled her gun at Nico while Dane aimed at the two guards.“Freeze,” Jane commanded.Nico’
In The Drum
They moved toward the warehouse, stepping over the bodies that littered the street.Then they spotted movement—three men coming from behind the warehouse, and another three emerging from the front, guns in hand, taking cover behind a car.“Looks like they knew we were coming,” Dane said.“Yeah, but they don’t know where we are,” Jane replied. “That gives us the edge.”“Then let’s move,” Dane said.They rose from cover together. Six men in total—three on the right, three on the left. Dane took aim at the right group while Jane locked on to the left.The street erupted with gunfire. All six dropped before they could fire back—so fast it was impossible to tell who had hit who.Without wasting a second, Dane and Jane sprinted to the warehouse. Instead of charging through the front, they cut around to the back, hoping for another way in.There—a small metal door at the rear of the building.They peered through the small door. Inside, it was pitch-black.“Anyone in here?” Dane whispered.“C
Full Throttle
“But why am I not the one riding? Why her?” Dane asked.Jane stood, twirling the key. “Because I’m a better driver than you.”“What makes you think that?” Dane shot back.“I think it’s time you two left my office,” Butcher interrupted. “Open that drawer. Take whatever guns you want, then get moving. We don’t have time.”“Okay, sir,” they both replied.They opened the drawer, each taking two guns, then headed out of Butcher’s office and down the ramp of the ship.Outside, Jane glanced back at Dane. “I’m still riding.” Then she spotted something off to the side. “Wait… why’s there another bike here?”“Oh, that? Yesterday some bikers chased me. I took a few of them out and kept their bike.”Jane raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? You know they’re going to come back for it, right?”Dane smirked. “They wouldn’t dare come near the ship. Look at how many men are guarding it.” He nodded toward the guards posted nearby.“Whatever,” Jane muttered.She swung a leg over the bike and grabbed the helme
The Spaccanapoli Job
“A lot’s happened,” Dane said. “It hasn’t been long since Jane and I came back from that forest mission. And even that one went to Leo—and he’s still sitting on the five million in cash.”Jane nodded. “Yeah, and now we’ve got another one.”“Be ready,” Butcher ordered.“I’m ready,” Dane replied.They stepped out of the office.“I don’t have my bike,” Dane muttered. “I’m going to need it for this mission.”As he left Butcher’s office, his phone rang. An unknown number flashed on the screen.“Come outside,” a voice said. Then the line went dead.Dane rushed into his room, grabbed his gun, and walked off the ship. Passing a few of the Mafia guards, he spotted a truck pulling up. His hand moved to his gun, ready for trouble.The truck stopped. A man stepped out.“Mr. Dane!” he shouted.Dane stepped down from the ship to the road.“Take this letter,” the man said, handing it over before walking away.Dane tore it open.Hey, it’s me—Marco. Good. I didn’t expect you to listen to me. But I sen
The Lord’s Message
As Dane reached the ship, then came down from the bike.He glanced at the bike. “Still good,” he muttered. Then, after a pause: “Well… not as good as mine.”Two Mafia guards stood outside the ship. Dane frowned.“Why are there only two men here? There should be six or seven. What’s going on?” he said to himself.He pulled out his phone. “Six p.m. already.” Pocketing it, he boarded the ship and walked down the corridor into a room.“Where have you been?” a woman’s voice snapped the moment she saw him. “Report to Butcher’s office. Fast.”“What’s going on?”“Just follow me.”They entered Butcher’s office.“Where have you been?” Butcher demanded. “I’ve been calling for you all day. Why didn’t you answer?”“I went out,” Dane said. “Got chased by some people… and you won’t believe it—I ran into the guy who helped me get rid of Ben’s remains.”Butcher narrowed his eyes. “I remember. Marco, right?”“That doesn’t matter right now,” Butcher continued. “Three years ago—before you even joined us—
Old Habits
Dane frowned. “If you don’t have a bike, just say so. Don’t hand me something that doesn’t even belong to you. This belongs to the bikers who were chasing me. If I take it and another one of their members sees me riding it, they’ll come after me. That’s not going to end well—it could cause another war between me and them.”Marco smirked. “You’re right—fighting isn’t good. But don’t call that war. That’s nothing. When you see a real war, you’ll run.”Dane stared at him. “So… yes or no? Or at least tell me where the nearest filling station is so I can put fuel in my own bike.”Marco shook his head. “No, I don’t know. And you’re supposed to be tough—Butcher’s man. You shouldn’t care about who owned the bike before. If another of their guys sees you with it, don’t think too much. Just take the bike and survive. That’s how it works in the mafia world.”Dane eyed him. “Bold words from a man who’s not even part of the mafia anymore. Didn’t you give your life to Christ?”Marco chuckled and st
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