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BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 73: NO ROOM FOR TRAITORS
The night air was thick with tension. The streets below Zenith Tower buzzed with movement, Carrick’s men were preparing for the inevitable showdown. Every alley, every rooftop, every entry point was being reinforced. Jason loaded his pistol, giving Victor a sideways glance. “So what’s the plan? We taking Morello’s deal, or are we putting a bullet in him first?” Victor rubbed his chin, thoughtful. “Morello is a snake. But sometimes, snakes are useful.” Carrick stood near the window, arms crossed, watching the city with unreadable eyes. Finally, he spoke. “We’ll use him. But we don’t trust him.” Jason grinned. “That’s what I like to hear.” Damian checked his phone, his expression darkening. “Domino’s already making moves. He’s got his men scouring the city, looking for weak spots in our defenses.” Carrick turned from the window, his voice calm but sharp. “Let him look. He won’t find any.” A knock at the door made everyone tense. One of the men entered, his expression grim. “Bo
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 74: NO REST FOR THE WICKED
The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and blood. The gunfire had ceased, leaving only the distant wails of sirens in the city.Carrick lowered his gun, staring at the lifeless body of his older brother.Domino Gale was dead.Yet, there was no sense of victory in his chest. No rush of satisfaction.Only emptiness.Jason whistled, nudging Domino’s corpse with his boot. “Well, that was dramatic.”Victor wiped blood from his sleeve. “It’s done. The bastard’s dead. That means..”“No,” Carrick interrupted, voice sharp. His eyes swept over the battlefield, his men stood victorious, but they weren’t celebrating. They knew the truth.This wasn’t the end.It was just the beginning.Zachary Gale was still alive.And the real war had yet to start.Carrick exhaled, rolling his shoulders. “Clean this up. Take what we can from the bodies, weapons, money, anything useful. Burn the rest.”Jason grinned. “Music to my ears.”Victor nodded, but there was something unreadable in his expression. “A
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 75: SHADOWS IN THE DARK
The city was restless. A storm loomed on the horizon, not of rain, but of blood.Inside Zenith Tower, Carrick stood by the massive glass window, staring at the city below. His mind was a battlefield of strategies and calculations.Zachary Gale would come. That was certain.The only question was when.A knock at the door broke his thoughts.“Come in,” he called.Victor Alistair entered, his expression grim. “We need to talk.”Carrick turned, raising an eyebrow. “Go on.”Victor shut the door behind him, lowering his voice. “There’s movement in the city. Zachary’s men are regrouping. Word is, he’s calling in favors from old allies.”Carrick’s jaw tightened. “Who?”“Salvatore Moretti.”Carrick exhaled sharply. “That bastard.”Salvatore Moretti was one of the deadliest enforcers in the underworld. A man who never failed to carry out an order.And if he was working with Zachary, it meant only one thing, war was closer than they thought.Victor leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “We have
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 76. THE STORM BREAKS
The air inside Zenith Tower was suffocating. A deadly silence hung over the conference room as Carrick’s inner circle absorbed the gravity of the situation.His mother had been taken.Jason clenched his fists, veins bulging against his skin. “Tell me where that bastard is keeping her. I’ll butcher every last one of them.”Victor shot him a warning look. “We can’t just charge in blindly. Zachary knows we’ll come for her. This is a trap.”Carrick stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. But his fingers tapped against the polished wood in a slow, controlled rhythm.Tap. Tap. Tap.It was the only sign of the storm brewing inside him.Finally, he spoke, voice calm. Too calm. “We’re not walking into this like amateurs. We plan. We counter. And when we strike, we leave nothing standing.”Ethan shifted uncomfortably. “But… if she’s already in his hands, we might not have time for strategy.”Carrick’s gaze snapped to him, sharp as a blade. “I am not losing her.”
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 77. BLOOD AND BETRAYAL
The heavy doors slammed shut behind Carrick, cutting him off from the chaos outside.Zachary stood across the grand hall, a smirk tugging at his lips as he set his whiskey glass down. The dim chandeliers above cast long shadows across the room, making the moment feel even more suffocating.Carrick’s grip on his gun tightened. “No more games, old man.”Zachary chuckled, his voice rich with amusement. “And here I thought you’d want to talk, son.”Carrick’s eyes darkened. “Don’t call me that.”Zachary sighed, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. “It’s funny, really. All this time, you’ve been trying to carve out your own empire. Trying so hard to erase the Gale name. But no matter what you do, you’ll always be my blood.”Carrick’s jaw clenched. He raised his gun, aiming straight at Zachary’s head.“Then I’ll spill that blood.”Zachary didn’t flinch. He simply smiled.Then...Click.The sound of multiple safeties being released echoed through the hall.Carrick barely had time to move before a
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 78: A STORM BREWING
Carrick stepped out of the grand hall, his breathing heavy, his side aching where Domino’s bullet had grazed him. The hallway was eerily silent, the scent of blood thick in the air. Bodies of Zachary’s men were strewn across the floor, testaments to the war that had just unfolded inside.Victor’s voice crackled in his earpiece again. “Carrick, are you clear?”Carrick wiped the blood off his lip with the back of his hand. “Yeah. Where is she?”“Safehouse. Northside. She’s shaken up, but she’s okay.”A weight lifted off his shoulders. He had worried that Zachary would use his mother as leverage. They had taken everything from him, but they wouldn’t take her.Not again.“Stay there,” he ordered. “I’ll be there soon.”Before Victor could respond, a new voice interrupted..Erebus.[You have completed the Family Reckoning Quest.][Rewards: 10,000 System Points, Increased Physical Endurance, Tactical Precision Upgrade.]Carrick barely reacted. The system had been his greatest asset, but now?
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 79. UNFINISHED BUSINESS
The road stretched endlessly before them, bathed in the eerie glow of streetlights. Inside the SUV, the silence was thick, broken only by the occasional hum of the tires against the asphalt. Carrick sat in the passenger seat, his fingers tapping against his thigh as he turned the flash drive over in his hand. The weight of it felt heavier than it should have.Victor stole a glance at him. “Are you going to tell me what’s on that thing, or are we just going to pretend like it doesn’t exist?”Carrick didn’t look away from the drive. “I don’t know what’s on it yet.”Victor scoffed. “Then why the hell did you take it?”“Because Zachary doesn’t play empty hands,” Carrick muttered. “If he went through the trouble of handing this over instead of dying with it, it means something.”Victor clenched his jaw. “You had him, Carrick. You could’ve ended him.”Carrick’s fingers stopped moving. “And what if this changes everything?”Victor exhaled sharply, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Or it
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 80. UNRAVELING THE TRUTH
The drive back to the Zenith Family estate was quiet, but not because there was nothing to say...because there was too much. Carrick sat in the back seat, flipping the flash drive between his fingers, his thoughts racing.Victor, sitting beside him, finally spoke. "We should check that thing somewhere safe. If Zachary gave it up so easily, there's no telling what’s on it."Carrick didn't take his eyes off the drive. "It might be the last piece of the puzzle."Victor scoffed. "Or another trap.""I'll take that risk."Victor sighed but didn't argue. Instead, he turned to the driver. "Get us to the safehouse. No stops."The driver nodded, and the car sped through the city streets.Carrick closed his eyes for a moment, trying to think past the chaos in his head. Domino’s words still echoed."Zachary isn’t the only one with insurance."What did that mean? Was there another hidden threat waiting for the right moment to strike?He gritted his teeth. If there was, he’d deal with it.The car p
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CHAPTER 115: THE TIES THAT CHOKE
Rain fell over the city like a funeral veil, turning alleyways into streams and rooftops into drumheads. Thunder cracked low in the distance, and lightning danced over the skyline like the wrath of forgotten gods.In a darkened basement beneath an abandoned theater on Varnum Street, Carrick Gale stared at a wall of photos, maps, and red-thread connections pinned together in a sprawling web of vengeance. His shirt was soaked at the collar, blood flecks speckling his sleeves, and the half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand trembled slightly as he drank.Victor stood nearby, arms crossed. "Three more trucks gone tonight. Docks, north line, and the salvage yard. Alessia's moving faster than we predicted."Carrick didn’t look away from the board. "She’s not trying to cripple us anymore. She’s trying to humiliate us. Publicly. Repeatedly."Victor nodded. "She wants the city to see you bleeding."Carrick downed the rest of his drink and set the glass down hard enough that it cracked. "Then w
CHAPTER 114: THE VULTURES CIRCLE
The rain returned with a vengeance, sweeping across the city like a curtain of ice. The streets shimmered with oil-slick reflections, broken only by the flashing red-and-blue of distant patrol cars. Somewhere in the city’s pulsing heart, a war was being written in the blood of its kings.Inside a dimly lit jazz bar in Eastwood...neutral ground for the old families...Arturo Salvi sat alone at a corner booth, a heavy glass of bourbon in hand. The music was low, slow, melancholic. A trumpet cried the blues into the smoky air.Across from him, Alessia De Luca leaned back in her seat, the flickering candlelight dancing against her sharp features. Her usual steel was hidden beneath a composed smile, but her eyes...those dangerous, storm-churning eyes...never stopped calculating."You’ve heard the latest?" Arturo asked, breaking the silence.“About the ambush in Midtown?" Alessia replied. "Carrick lost four men. One of them was his courier."Arturo nodded. "You’re bleeding him. Slowly. Preci
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
CHAPTER 113. 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 toward the skyl
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’
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
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
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.
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
