DANTE:
Anger boils in my heart as I stare down at the man before me. I am also curious at how his group thinks they can raid my warehouse and go scot-free. The Black Serpents, Vultures, or Vikings couldn’t come close. Then, a wannabe mafia group wants to try.
I mean, if they succeed, and then wage war against us and win, they would be the new kings of the city, but that is just a mere dream.
“Pl.. please.. I. I didn’t mean to. It was … I needed to prove myself to the boss, please.”
The man cries in a pathetic voice.
My grip on the gun tightens.
“My wife and kids at home. Please, spare me.”
The mention of his wife and kids triggers something in me. I pull the trigger, putting a bullet through his shoulder.
“That is for shooting my man,” I say to him. “Get out!” I grit my teeth, and
