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BANG BANG BANG Chapter 106. A City in Ashes
The scent of blood and gunpowder clung to the air long after the last gunshot had been fired. The docks, once a bustling artery of trade, were now a graveyard of broken men and shattered alliances. Carrick Gale stood amid the wreckage, the barrel of his gun still warm from the violence he had unleashed. His men moved with calculated efficiency, gathering bodies, silencing the wounded, ensuring that no one who had defied him lived to tell the tale.Victor approached, wiping blood from his cheek with the back of his hand. "It's done," he said. "Silvio's loyalists are finished. The families that wavered will see this and fall in line."Carrick nodded, his gaze sweeping the carnage. "Good. Then let’s send the final message. Burn it all."Marco, who had remained silent throughout the battle, stepped forward now, his voice edged with restrained fury. "Are you serious? There are still workers in those buildings, people who had nothing to do with this. Burning the docks? That’s not strategy,
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 107 SMOKE AND BLOOD
The estate was alive with movement. Men armed to the teeth prepared for the war that was coming. Weapons were checked, ammunition counted, and alliances solidified. The air was thick with the scent of gun oil and cigarette smoke, a quiet hum of tension running through the halls like an electric current. Every man present knew what was at stake. If they lost, there would be no second chances.Carrick sat at the head of the table in the council room, his closest advisors gathered before him. His fingers tapped a slow, rhythmic beat on the polished wood as he studied the faces around him. Loyalty and fear mingled in their expressions, a silent acknowledgment of the battle to come."Moretti is making his move," Victor said, setting a map down on the table. Red markings indicated enemy movements, their areas of control expanding like a disease. "He’s pulled in every favor he’s ever had. Elena De Luca is backing him, and they’ve got the support of three smaller families that have turned aga
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 108. EMBERS OF VENGEANCE
The stench of blood still clung to Carrick’s coat as he walked into the estate. The halls were quieter now, but not with peace...only with aftermath. Word of Moretti and Elena's deaths had spread faster than fire, and with it came both reverence and rage.He barely had time to remove his gloves when Victor approached, his face pale under the low lighting.“We have a problem,” he said without preamble.Carrick raised an eyebrow, his voice rough. “Only one?”Victor didn't smile. “Giovanni Serrano.”Carrick’s brow furrowed. The Serrano patriarch had kept to the sidelines, maintaining a thin veil of neutrality in the war. “What about him?”“He’s calling a meeting. Tonight. Neutral ground. Says he wants to broker peace before the city drowns in blood.”Carrick scoffed. “He’s late to the sermon.”Victor hesitated. “There’s more. He blames you. Says the massacre was dishonorable. Elena was his goddaughter.”That made Carrick pause. He turned away, staring out the window at the dark horizon.
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 109. ASHES AND ECHOES
The city awoke to the scent of blood and smoke. By morning, news of the massacre at the docks had spread like wildfire through the underworld. Whispers crawled through the alleys and bars, into the cigar lounges and the brothels. Moretti and Elena De Luca were dead. Executed in a blaze of violence that had left no room for doubt...Carrick Gale had drawn the line in blood, and dared anyone to cross it. But not all lines could be erased with bullets. In a shadowed office deep in the West District, Arturo Salvi stood with his back to the window, cigarette in hand, watching the city with narrowed eyes. He was one of the old blood...the kind who had ruled before Carrick, before Moretti, before the streets became a chessboard of death. Beside him, Alessia De Luca, Elena’s younger sister, sat in silence, her fingers clenched tight around a crystal tumbler of scotch. “They butchered her,” Alessia said, her voice hollow. “Left her in the dirt like some street dog.” Arturo didn’t turn
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 110. THE COST OF SILENCE
The early morning light filtered through a gray sky, casting the city in a muted, colorless haze. It was the kind of dawn that felt like it hadn’t earned the right to rise...like it was mourning something lost in the night.Carrick stood in the chapel at the far end of the estate, where the dust hung thick in the air and the stained glass no longer caught the sun the way it used to. No one came here anymore. Not since his mother died. The wooden pews were warped with time and weather, but the silence was clean.He lit a candle.Not for Elena. Not for Moretti. Maybe not for anyone.He just needed to light something that didn’t burn with hatred.Behind him, the heavy creak of the door gave away Marco’s approach.“I didn’t think you’d be here,” Marco said softly.Carrick didn’t turn. “Didn’t think I still believed in anything?”Marco didn’t answer. He stepped beside him and stared at the flickering flame.“You’re not the only one who lost something that night,” he said. “You keep acting
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 111. BENEATH THE SURFACE
Rain beat steadily against the city streets, a relentless rhythm that matched the pulse of tension rising in every corner of the underworld. Carrick Gale’s war wasn’t over...not by a long shot. The death of Moretti and Elena had only shifted the battlefield, not ended it. And in the silence that followed the bloodshed, new enemies crept in from the shadows.In a warehouse far from the estate, Carrick stood in front of rows of crates filled with imported weapons. The place was supposed to be secure. It had been. Until two nights ago.“Third shipment hit in a week,” Victor growled, pacing behind him. “They’re not just stealing from us...they’re torching the rest. Sending a message.”Carrick crouched, inspecting the blackened remains of a crate. His voice was cold. “What kind of message do they think they’re sending?”“The kind that says they’re not afraid.”Carrick stood, brushing ash from his fingers. “It’s Salvi. And Alessia.”Marco stood near the door, arms crossed, jaw tight. “They’
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 112. NO TURNING BACK
Rain soaked Carrick’s coat, seeping through to his skin, but he didn’t flinch. Across from him, Alessia De Luca stood beneath the arch of the cathedral, her hair dark with rain, her eyes burning with purpose. Around them, the city held its breath. For a moment, nothing existed but the silence and the war between their gazes. “Call them off,” Carrick said, nodding toward the rooftops. “Or what?” Alessia’s voice was sharp and steady. “You’ll kill me here and now? Go ahead. But you’ll die with me. You know that.” Carrick didn’t lower his gun. “Then why are we talking?” “Because you’re tired,” she said. “And deep down, you know this city deserves better than you. Better than a butcher king holding onto a throne built on corpses.” He stepped forward. “Better like Moretti? Like your sister? They talked of peace while hiding knives behind their backs.” “And you brought a flamethrower,” Alessia snapped. The wind picked up, carrying the sounds of distant sirens. Carrick glanced to
BANG BANG BANG Chapter 113: The Edge of Silence
The night was unusually quiet, but the silence didn’t bring peace. Carrick sat alone in the study, staring at a half-empty glass of bourbon. The fire crackled in the hearth, but it didn’t chase away the cold that had seeped into the walls of the Gale estate. His empire was beginning to splinter, not from outside pressure, but from within...from doubt, from fear, from the quiet unrest growing in the hearts of men who had once followed him without question. Victor stepped inside, his steps cautious. He didn’t speak right away. "Just say it," Carrick murmured. Victor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "You want it straight? We lost two more distribution points in the Eastside. Alessia’s people moved in, paid off the local crews. Didn’t even fire a shot." Carrick rubbed a hand over his face. "She’s smart. She knows not every war is won with bullets." Victor nodded. "And she knows your men are scared. They see her growing stronger by the day. They’re wondering if maybe... t
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CHAPTER 127: COLD FLAMES
The storm had no mercy.Rain lashed against the windows of the Gale estate, like ghostly fingers tapping out a warning on the glass. Thunder rolled over the city in slow, growling waves, the sound echoing through the marble halls and empty corridors of Carrick's stronghold. Inside the war room, the tension was thick enough to choke on.Carrick stood alone before the table, the city map soaked in red ink and wine stains, cigarette smoke curling above his head. His fingers traced the perimeter of West District again and again, like he could feel the noose tightening around his empire.Victor entered without knocking, his coat dripping wet, his eyes grim."She hit the seventh shipment," he said.Carrick didn’t flinch. "Losses?""Six dead. Two drivers, four guards. And..." Victor hesitated. "She left a message. Burned it into the asphalt."Carrick turned slowly. "What did it say?"Victor’s voice was flat. "An eye for an eye. And your city will go blind."Silence hung like a blade between
CHAPTER 125: BENEATH THE SURFACE
The scent of blood still clung to the smoldering warehouse ruins when dawn broke. A sickly orange light seeped through the skeletal frame of the building, casting long, jagged shadows over the wreckage. The air was thick with ash and tension, every breath reminding the survivors that Carrick Gale's war had turned another violent corner.Victor stood amidst the ruin, his coat torn, his jaw bruised, but his eyes sharp as ever. He watched the cleanup in silence. Medics were dragging out the wounded, body bags were being zipped. Three dead. Two maimed. The price of underestimating Alessia De Luca.Carrick emerged from the alley, his clothes blackened with soot, but his presence no less commanding. Marco walked beside him, bandages wrapped around his cheek, a hollow set to his features. Neither of them spoke at first."Booby-trapped weapons," Victor said grimly. "Who does that?""Someone who wants us to fear pulling the trigger," Marco muttered.Carrick's voice was quiet, dangerous. "She’s
CHAPTER 124: NO SAINTS IN THE SMOKE
The storm rolled over the city like a judgment long overdue, thunder rumbling low in the belly of the clouds. Rain spat against the windows of the Gale estate, but inside, the air was dry and charged.Carrick stood at the far end of the war room, his back to the door, eyes fixed on a map of the city pocked with red pins. Each one was a wound. A betrayal. A ghost.Victor stepped in without knocking. “We lost another shipment.”Carrick didn’t turn. “Where?”“Dock 17. South bay. Alessia’s people torched it. Again.”A long silence. Carrick’s hand clenched the edge of the table. “How many?”“Five men dead. Two missing. One of them was Piero.”Carrick finally turned. His eyes were darker than the storm outside. “Piero was loyal.”Victor nodded grimly. “He went down fighting.”“Good,” Carrick said softly, then added after a pause, “He deserves to be remembered for that. Not for dying under my command.”Victor watched him carefully. “You can’t keep bleeding people for territory, Carrick. She’
CHAPTER 123: SMOKE AND STEEL
Rain fell over the city like ash, thick and slow, soaking into the concrete and steel. A storm had rolled in from the east, as if summoned by the violence still hanging in the air. The streets were quieter than usual. Tension had a sound, and tonight, it whispered from the shadows.Carrick Gale stood beneath the awning of the Gale estate, a glass of dark rum in his hand and a Glock tucked beneath his coat. The wind stirred the edges of his coat, as if nature itself was uneasy around him.Victor approached from the gates, soaked to the bone. He didn’t complain. He never did."Kovac's gone dark," he said without preamble. "No one’s heard from him since the warehouse incident. His men are pulling out of shared zones. It smells like retreat, but I think he’s coiling. Waiting."Carrick didn’t look at him. "And Salvi?""Still playing both sides. Meeting with Alessia’s people through back channels. Lucien's face has been spotted near the docks.""Then it’s started."Victor paused. "You could
CHAPTER 122: A WHISPER BEFORE THE STORM
Carrick Gale didn’t sleep anymore.He sat in the estate’s underground war room, the dim light of the overhead bulbs casting jagged shadows across his face. The map table before him was marked with fresh ink...blue for neutral territories, black for allies, and red for enemies. The red bled across the city like an open wound.Victor stood near the door, arms folded, watching him. “You haven’t said a word in hours.”Carrick’s fingers traced a circle around a warehouse in the South District. “She’s baiting us.”Victor stepped closer. “You think Alessia wants us to strike?”“She wants me to overreach. She’s picked at the edges...cut off our money, turned the Kovac crew against us. That was precise. Surgical.” He looked up, eyes bloodshot but burning. “She’s not lashing out. She’s hunting.”Victor let out a slow breath. “So what do we do?”Carrick pushed the map aside. “We stop reacting. Start moving like predators, not prey.”Footsteps echoed down the corridor, and Marco entered, face pal
CHAPTER 121: CRIMSON TIDES
The rain hadn’t let up all night. It came down in cold sheets, hammering the city and washing away the bloodstains left behind from the latest skirmish near the south docks. Carrick stood beneath the awning of a half-collapsed warehouse, trench coat soaked, hair plastered to his forehead. The men behind him were quiet, watching the streets through narrowed eyes.Victor approached from the alley, his shoulder bleeding and his expression tight with fury. "They hit our courier line. Two trucks down. One torched."Carrick’s jaw flexed. "How far in?""Right under our noses. Just a block from the safehouse on Granger. We lost ten crates of rifles. That was our shipment from Serbia."Carrick exhaled, a cloud of steam escaping his lips. "Alessia knows our routes. She’s bleeding us one vein at a time."Victor winced as he pulled off his soaked jacket. "We can hit back. Hard. We know where Salvi’s been hiding his muscle. You give the word, we burn it to the ground."Carrick didn’t respond immed
CHAPTER 120: CRIME WAR
Carrick Gale stood before the towering glass window of the penthouse war room, his silhouette sharp against the bruised skyline. Nightfall draped the city in a veil of steel and sorrow, the streets below lit by flickering orange glows and distant sirens. He hadn't moved in over an hour.Victor entered quietly, coat damp with rain, boots leaving a trail of water across the marble. "They hit the Raven's Gate warehouse," he said. "Three dead. Two more missing. One of them was Nico."Carrick didn’t flinch. "And the shipments?""Gone. Up in smoke. Alessia’s people left a message painted across the wall."Victor tossed a folded photo onto the table. Scrawled in red were the words: "Not vengeance. Balance."Carrick turned from the window at last. "How many hits this week?""Five. Small-time dealers are flipping. Our suppliers in the Eastside are scared. She's bleeding us slow."Enzo burst through the door next, phone still in hand. "Boss, we’ve got a bigger problem. Arturo Salvi’s name is ba
CHAPTER 119: WHEN THE KNIVES CAME OUT
Rain fell in fine needles over the city, soft but ceaseless, muting the hum of traffic and neon. It was the kind of rain that made streets feel deserted even when people passed you by. It clung to everything, soaking the sidewalks, the cigarette butts crushed into gutters, the shoes of men walking to war.Carrick Gale stood at the balcony of his estate, coat unbuttoned, letting the rain slide off his skin. He needed the cold. It grounded him. The city looked blurred from up here, dreamlike, as if it were trying to disguise its sins behind a veil of water.Victor approached from behind, his footsteps soft. "We have a problem."Carrick didn’t look back. "Just one?"Victor handed him a phone. "It’s Enzo. You need to hear this."Carrick took the phone and brought it to his ear. Enzo’s voice was a mix of urgency and exhaustion."They hit the South Ward stash. Burned it. Took everything. Left our guys in pieces."Carrick's jaw tightened. "Alessia?""Her style. They were efficient. Precise.
CHAPTER 118; FAULTLINES
The warehouse in Southpoint was supposed to be a routine supply drop. Neutral ground. Nothing more than a checkpoint to move arms and launder money through the docks. But when Enzo pushed open the side door and found three of Carrick's men hanging from the rafters, blood still dripping from their slashed throats, he knew neutrality was dead."Holy shit," muttered Luca, the youngest of the crew. He backed away, eyes wide, stomach already heaving. Enzo pulled his gun immediately, sweeping the room."Clear it. Now."They moved fast, years of training kicking in. But the place was empty. No shooters. No threats. Just three corpses strung up like warnings, their chests carved with the mark of the De Luca family...a dagger through a serpent.Enzo crouched by the nearest body, jaw clenched. "They were tortured. This wasn't just a hit. It was a message.""Think it's Alessia?" Luca asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Enzo stood slowly. "She's not playing around anymore."At the Gale estat
