2025-05-02 15:38:32As Dane left the ship, people in the street called him names.
They thought he had stolen again or gotten into a fight because of the bandages covering his body and his swollen eyes. Some laughed, and others shouted insults, but he ignored them, walking toward his apartment.
When he reached his room, he touched the wall slowly.
“Home sweet home,” he whispered.
“This was the first room I was able to afford. Even if I barely had money, I won’t forget it. It helped me. But now, I’m leaving it.”
He sighed. He had heard that mafias usually died young. He hoped he wouldn’t meet the same fate. More than anything, he wished he could live a proper and simple life one day.
As he packed his things, he took a deep breath, trying to memorize the scent of his small room. When he finished, he took one last look before heading downstairs.
On the way, he saw the bakery owner.
“Hey, Dane!” the man shouted.
Dane turned and saw it was the owner of the bakery.
“Good evening, sir,” Dane said.
“Are you stupid? Do you know how worried I was? You just vanished for a day! Where were you?”
“Sorry, boss, I can’t tell you,” Dane replied as he walked away.
“Stop! I’m talking to you! Dane!”
But Dane didn’t answer or turn back. He just kept walking. It was already evening, and he had to return to the mafia boss named butcher.
When he reached the ship, butcher ordered his men to get him food.
Dane was shocked.
“They’re giving me food again?”
He hesitated, then picked up the spoon and took a bite of rice. His eyes widened—it was delicious. He started eating faster, shoveling the food into his mouth. Then he noticed something—chicken.
Dane had never eaten chicken before. He had seen nobles eat it, but he had never tasted it himself. Even when he was part of the gang of thieves, they never gave him much. They took most of what he earned and left him with scraps.
He picked up the chicken, brought it to his mouth, and took a bite.
The taste exploded in his mouth.
“What is this? It feels like… heaven,” he thought, chewing slowly, savoring every bite.
For the first time in his life, he felt like a noble. Even if it was just food—even if it was just for one night—he felt like he was finally living.
Butcher call for dane. Has dane entered the boss said, a single punch from me knocked you out. You’re too weak. You need to get stronger,” the mafia boss said.
“What do you mean, Jane? Are you telling me a female is going to train me? No way. I’m stronger than a female. A girl can’t be stronger than me,” Dane replied.
“Okay, let’s watch and see. Now, we’re going outside the ship. You and Jane are going to fight. You haven’t seen her yet? You’re about to,” butcher said.
He called out. “Jane, come out.”
Jane obeyed his command and stepped outside. A beautiful, tall woman with long, silky hair and striking blue eyes appeared.
Dane was stunned. He couldn’t believe someone this beautiful existed. He kept staring at her, unable to look away. Butcher had to tap him on the head to bring him back to reality.
“Jane, meet your partner. You’re going to train him to be strong, and you’ll be joining him on his first mission. I want you to train him and also build trust between the two of you. But first, you two are going to fight,” butcher announced.
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They rode hard until the city thinned out and concrete gave way to a broad, empty expanse — a forgotten landing strip on the outskirts where weeds pushed through cracked tarmac and the wind had space to carry the smell of oil and old smoke. John had started the morning on his own bike but had hopped onto Dane’s when traffic choked a side street; now the two of them killed their engines and let the silence settle around the place like dust.It was the sort of site that smelled of other people’s secrets: stale cigarettes, spilled beer, a trace of gasoline. A handful of rusting shipping containers leaned like sentries against the horizon. Near one cluster of crates, a small group lounged around a barrel, smoking and passing a bottle. Their easy posture gave nothing away at first glance, but John slowed the bike and scanned faces with the flat attention of a man who’d spent years reading danger like weather.“Stay close,” John said under his breath. He pushed his helmet back and stretched
Dusk
Dane went back to his room and locked the door behind him, the little click sounding far too loud in the quiet of the morning. He moved with a practiced economy born of pain and habit — the injured learn to save energy for what matters. He fished his key from the pocket, pulled on a clean shirt and jeans, then knelt by the bed to retrieve the small canvas bag he kept hidden beneath the mattress.From its depths he drew a pistol, cold and familiar in his hand. He worked the slide with one motion, checking the chamber, then loaded a fresh magazine with steady fingers. The motions were ritual now; each click and snap a reminder that the world could change in an instant. He paused, looked at the stitches along his side, at the bandage wrapped around his jaw, and swallowed. He tacked the magazine home and tucked the weapon into the waistband of his pants, the weight both comfort and burden.As he reached the bottom of the stairs, the memory hit him — his bike. He’d left it near the Coin Fl
New Partner
The following day broke quietly. Pale light crept in through the blinds, washing over Dane’s battered body as he stirred awake. He lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, his breath shallow. Every muscle ached. Every scar felt like it had its own heartbeat. The events of the night before clung to him like a second skin.He forced himself up, his feet heavy against the cold floor. The mirror above the sink reflected a stranger back at him — his face still swollen, a cut running along his jaw, his nose bent but starting to heal. He let out a low groan and stripped off his shirt, revealing bruises like dark fingerprints along his ribs.In the shower, the steam rose quickly, curling around him. He grabbed a bar of soap, lathering it between his hands until the foam slid down his arms. As it touched the deep purple of his bruises, pain shot through him, sharp and electric.“Ahh—” Dane hissed, pressing a hand to his side. “That’s… that’s a lot of pain.” His voice echoed off the tile
Dawn Briefing
They moved fast after the call ended, like a wrong chord finally resolved. Butcher’s final words — “Send him back in the car. And don’t decide that with the coin” — had landed heavy, and the Coin Flipper’s hands trembled just enough when he touched Dane’s cracked phone and dropped it to the floor. He picked it up, turned it over in his palm, and shoved it back into Dane’s pocket. The crack spidered wider where the screen had taken a beating, but the phone still held a promise: connection.The Coin Flipper sat back down as if settling into an old fear. His face was a slow study. This man Butcher… I know who he is. I know how terrifying he is, Dane imagined him thinking. He remembered something he’d never quite forgiven. But this is not the right time to strike. Should I toss the coin? No. If I do, I cannot take it back. If the coin commands blood, Butcher may come after me. That would be bad. The hesitation changed him; the others in the hall noticed it.“Call the medic,” the Coin Flip
Between Two Devils
Dane’s heart raced. The room felt smaller now, as if the walls were inching closer with every breath. He could see the men’s fingers tightening around their guns. Sweat gathered at the back of his neck, but he forced himself to sit still, his expression neutral. Is this why they’re threatening me? he wondered. I’m not safe here. Not one bit.He reached slowly into his pocket. “The boss said he wanted to chat with…” he began, his voice steady despite the thudding in his chest. “I’ll chat with the CoinFlipper. That’s why he sent me here.”His fingers brushed cold glass. When he pulled the phone out, he blinked—its screen was spider-webbed with cracks, but still functional.“Hey,” CoinFlipper snapped, his coin clinking softly in his palm. “What are you doing bringing out your phone?”“My boss wanted to speak with you,” Dane said. “I’ll speak with you. Do you have any objections?”CoinFlipper tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “Is it Butcher?” His lips curled in a thin smile. “If it’s him,
The Switch
The hall’s mood shifted so fast it made Dane’s head swim. One moment it had been all taut menace and quiet like drawn wire; the next, a ripple of laughter rolled through the men and loosened the shoulders that had been carved from stone. Dane blinked, trying to parse the sudden change. He watched faces soften, mouths part for jokes, a fork clink on a plate — the same crowd that had been seconds ago ready to pull triggers now guffawed at something that only they seemed to understand.“Why is this place so weird?” Dane muttered under his breath, more to himself than to anyone. The gravel in his voice hung in the air like an aftertaste. He watched the Coin Flipper, who stood at the center of it all with the bored look of a ringmaster. The man’s coin spun between his fingers, bright and small and absurdly ordinary for the way it governed people’s lives.The Coin Flipper caught Dane’s confused stare and smiled, a thin, practiced curl. “Simple,” he said, voice low and theatrical so even the
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