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The Underdog Turned Kingpin Chapter 45: Sins of the Father
Mason's laugh caught them all off guard – genuine amusement bubbling up from some deep well. "You know what's funny? "All this fancy talk about order, tradition and respect - makes my teeth hurt." His gaze locked onto Ramirez like a sniper's scope. "But y'all missed something real important.""Then enlighten us." Santos leaned forward in his wheelchair."Why now?" Mason's voice carried through the dusty air. "Why this meeting? Why these accusations?" His gaze swept the table. "You want to talk about unusual patterns? Let's talk about timing."Ramirez's drumming finger went still. "¿Qué estás diciendo, Mason? Meaning exactly?""Three major operations hit in one night. Precision strikes, inside information." Mason's smile was winter frost. "Almost like someone knew exactly where to hurt you. Which means either your security's worth shit, or...""Or?" The Calabrese twins moved in perfect mirror-image, both tilting forward like wolves catching a scent."Or someone's been feeding informati
The Underdog Turned Kingpin Chapter 46: Sins of the Father (Continued)
"You've been busy, pequeño rey." Ramirez's accent dripped thick as molasses gone bad, each word carrying the weight of old grudges. "Such thorough research. Such attention to detail. Dime – how long did it take to compile all this... evidence?"Mason settled deeper into his chair, radiating the easy confidence that made him dangerous. "About as long as it took you to think you'd gotten away with it." His eyes glinted with amusement that never touched his smile. "That's the thing about playing chess. You gotta watch all the pieces, not the ones making the most noise.""Enough games." Tommy Chen slapped the table, dragon tattoos writhing. "You want war? Say so. Stop with fancy words."The Calabrese twins moved like mirror images, their matching suits rustling as their hands disappeared beneath their jackets. Years of working in sync made them speak like a single split soul."Way we see it," Marco started, voice smooth as aged whiskey."You got two choices," Antonio finished."Step down
The Underdog Turned Kingpin Chapter 47: Life or Death
Mason stood with deliberate boldness.Not rushed. Not nervous. Just the slow, deadly grace of a predator who knew exactly when to strike."You're right about one thing, Ramirez. Times do change." His hands stayed visible, but every boss at that table knew how fast those empty hands could turn deadly. "But some things?" A ghost smile touched his lips. "Some things are carved in stone. Like what happens to people who try to steal from a King."The afternoon sun slanted through the windows, painting sharp shadows across the assembled faces of Chicago's underworld royalty. Mason noted how the light caught the silver at Ramirez's temples, how it gleamed off Tommy Chen's dragon tattoos. All these little details. All these perfect target points."Is that threat?" Petrov's voice rumbled like distant thunder."Nah." Mason kept his voice soft, gentle even. Like talking to a spooked animal before the slaughter. "It's a promise. See, while you've all been real busy moving pieces around my board,
The Underdog Turned Kingpin Chapter 48: The Peace of Wolves
A quick shot came from Santos.Viktor had seen it coming a mile away - the wheelchair was the perfect cover for an ankle holster. The .22 sighed death instead of screaming it, built for up-close-and-personal work. Would've been clever, if Santos hadn't telegraphed his moves like a rookie boxer.Mason wasn't there anymore to catch it though. The instant Santos's sleeve twitched, Viktor had yanked his boss sideways, both of them hitting the deck as the round sailed past. Viktor's gun appeared in his hand like a conjurer's trick, but he held his fire. No need to waste the bullet.The red dots already dancing across Santos's chest told their own story. His two muscle men joined the light show, their faces going from tough to ghost-white in record time.A goodbye.Mason swore under his breath. He'd nearly died, but the game wasn't over. If death marked the beginning of a new life, as they said, then his had started the night Olivia's betrayal cut deeper than any blade.He picked himself up
The Underdog Turned Kingpin Chapter 49: After the Fall
While Mason's gone, Chicago's finest criminals sat like statues in their chairs, marinating in the stench of defeat and Cuban cigars gone cold.Tommy Chen's cigarette snapped between his fingers, tobacco spilling across imported crystal. "Some show today. Better than pay-per-view." He dabbed sweat from his neck. "Next time maybe we bring dancing bears too, make it complete entertainment.""¡Me cago en la leche!" Ramirez's fist found mahogany, making ice cubes dance in abandoned scotch. "This ain't over. We still got muscle, territory-""Muscle? Territory?" The Calabrese twins exchanged identical looks of disbelief. Marco Calabrese's designer suit couldn't hide the tremor in his hands. "You see those feeds?""Every operation," Antonio picked up. "Every rathole-""-every dirty dollar-""-spread out like a buffet for the feds."Santos wheeled back, wincing. His chest still burned where those training rounds had tagged him. The memory of red dots dancing across his torso made his hands sh
The Underdog Turned Kingpin Chapter 50: Three-Card Queen
Maria smoothed down her dress. "Gotta head back to the penthouse. Leo's charity luncheon tomorrow needs handling."Ramirez slammed his tumbler down, bourbon sloshing. "¡Coño! You saw what that cabrón did today? Made me look like some pendejo fresh off the boat!" His weathered knuckles found the desk again, an old habit from harder days. "In my own territory!""Exactly why I need eyes on him." Maria's Louboutins tapped across the hardwood, each step measured like a countdown. Her mind churned through contingencies, plans within plans."Eyes?" Ramirez spat the word like a spent bullet. "That cabrón has Carlos. You understand what that means?" He leveled a look that had made harder men crack. "One wrong word from that rata, and everything we built..."Something cold slithered through Maria's gut, but her face stayed smooth. "Carlos is a street punk. Knows nothing worth knowing.""Mija." The word carried weight, heavy with memory. "Three years you've been my ace. My perfect play." His eyes
The Underdog Turned Kingpin Chapter 51: Every Badge Has Its Price
Maria's Mercedes cut through Chicago's darkness, the city's neon signs bleeding across her windshield. Her phone buzzed against the leather seat - Reynolds' name lighting up the screen."Talk to me, Mara.""Mierda, you're not gonna like this." Reynolds never bothered with pleasantries - one of the things Maria respected about her. "Burke's report just landed. Clean on top, rotten underneath, like everything else in this goddamn city."The steering wheel creaked under Maria's grip. "Let me guess - 'tried to escape during transfer'?""Shot while fleeing. Cremated before the body was cold." Reynolds' voice had that edge she recognized - the one that meant someone was about to have a very bad day. "No evidence, no questions, no loose ends, just a neat little bow on top of this clusterfuck.""Son of a bitch." Maria jerked the wheel hard, muscle memory taking over as she calculated her next move. Horns blared as she cut across traffic, but Chicago traffic laws were more like suggestions any
The Underdog Turned Kingpin Chapter 52: Blood on Cotton
Maria's heels announced her arrival like gunshots against marble. The sound brought the whole crew's heads up, their faces splitting into grins that'd make sharks nervous. Some whistled. Others hollered. All of 'em acting like they just saw their favorite prize fighter step into the ring.Viktor's voice boomed over the racket, thick as a .45. "Well, well! Our million-dollar baby finally shows! Chicago's favorite wanted woman!"Maria didn't miss a beat. She spread her arms, playing to her audience. "Figured I'd give the bounty hunters a night off. They've been working so hard lately." Her lipstick caught the light like fresh blood.The crew's laughter followed her down the hallway like faithful dogs, dying away as she approached Mason's private quarters. Door was open just enough to be either an invitation or a trap. In her line of work, they usually meant the same thing.Inside, Eve was playing nurse, wrapping Mason's shoulder with hands that knew their business. The bandage stood sta
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Chapter 120: The Fall of a King
Midnight. Pier 19.The air hung heavy with tension at the warehouse—every breath tainted with the sweet, metallic stench of premium cocaine and bitter anticipation. Ramirez's footsteps echoed through the concrete maze that had made him Chicago's most feared supplier. The dim fluorescent lights cast an eerie glow over endless rows of perfectly stacked crates, each one worth more than what most people made in a lifetime."Che cazzo," Ramirez muttered under his breath, checking his Rolex for the third time. Thirty-six years of running Chicago's largest distribution network had taught him that waiting meant weakness, and weakness meant death.He stood motionless, muscles tense beneath his tailored Armani suit, waiting for Leo's men to make their move. Maria's intel had promised an attack, but the warehouse remained dead silent except for the distant hum of the industrial ventilation system."The stupid bastard's taking his sweet time," Ramirez spat, his Chicago accent bleeding through his
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Chapter 119: Blood is the Final Result
Meanwhile, in Eastern Europe sat a warehouse at the edge of nowhere like a forgotten secret. Inside, blue light from dozens of monitors painted Diego, Yuri, and Katya in digital twilight. The place smelled of coffee gone cold and ambition gone hungry.Diego lounged in his chair, expensive boots propped on metal like he owned the place. The Armenian cognac in his hand caught the screen light, amber turning to gold. Six months of their lives spent crawling through digital vaults, and what did they have?"Míra esto," he drawled, Spanish accent thick with irony. He gestured at the largest diamond on display, his lips curled in amusement. "Six months breaking into banks, and what's our prize? Rocks." He took another pull from the bottle. "Pretty ones, sure. But Chicago?" He shook his head. "They fight over these things like they're made of pure power.""These aren't mere stones," Yuri's voice rumbled like distant thunder across the warehouse. His massive frame hunched over the monitor, thi
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Chapter 118: Father's Wisdom, Son's War
Ethan's head was pounding, each throb a reminder of how spectacularly everything had gone to shit. The kind of mess that made South Side gang wars look like kindergarten squabbles. His fingers pressed against his temples, trying to massage away the reality that was bearing down on him like a freight train.The whiskey bottle beckoned. He grabbed it, poured himself a glass like his life depended on it. Arthur's eyes followed the amber liquid, and without a word, Ethan knew his old man wanted in.The chair screamed against concrete as Ethan shoved it back. Chicago's finest furniture didn't belong in this basement office, but then again, neither did they anymore. He passed the bottle to Arthur, his movements sharp, controlled—barely"That woman," he spat the words like poison, memories of the King's annual luncheon burning fresh. "Helena fucking King. You know what she did? One phone call. Maybe not even—could've been a damn text for all I know. That fast." He snapped his fingers, the so
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Chapter 117: The Aurora's Secret
Ethan felt the cold crawl down his spine like a drunk spider, the name Thomas hanging in the air thick as Chicago fog. Thomas wasn't just a name—he was a goddamn legend whispered in back alleys and dimly lit bars. A cipher that spelled out chaos, sharp as a razor's edge, dangerous as a loaded gun.His voice cut through the silence, that particular tone Arthur knew too well—part confusion, part intrigue. The kind of voice that said he'd seen some shit but wasn't about to back down."That Thomas King you mentioned..." Ethan drawled. "Same Leo's old man?"Arthur paused. Not the kind of pause that meant he was thinking—the kind that meant memories were wrestling beneath his skin.He exhaled slow, a rasp that spoke volumes. "Yeah, Ethan. Same Thomas King."Ethan leaned back, those sharp eyes narrowing. The smirk that crawled across his lips was pure cynical, knowing. "Huhhhh. Thought that bastard was worm food by now."Arthur's mouth twitched. Not a smile. Something darker. "Oh, he's dead
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Chapter 116: The Aurora Borealis Revelation
Ethan slammed his fist against a close desk, sending a thunderous crack through his father's meticulously organized workspace. Blueprints and papers scattered, each document a testament to his mounting frustration—the Aurora Borealis diamond dancing just beyond his grasp. "Damn it!" he hissed, reaching for his phone. His fingers hovered over Marcus's contact before he dialed, his breath ragged, bitterness coating every syllable when the connection clicked. "You better pick up, Marcus. We've got a serious goddamn problem."The line crackled with Marcus's trademark edge—part irritation, part calculated cool. "What now, Ethan? Another half-baked scheme?" "Cut the smart-ass routine," Ethan exploded, heat rising from his collar like steam off Lake Michigan in December. "I want that real diamond by tomorrow, or I'm burning your entire operation to the ground. You hear me?"Marcus's laugh was razor-sharp. "Watch yourself, hotshot. I ain't some corner boy you can intimidate. Remember who ex
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Chapter 115: When Diamonds Deceive
Mason rolled up to the King mansion like he owned every square inch of Chicago's most brutal real estate. The place wasn't just a house—it was a statement. Massive oak trees framed the property like sentinels, their branches casting long shadows that whispered old secrets. Leo's SUV cut through the wrought-iron gates—those gates had seen more drama than a South Side courthouse on a Friday night.The gates swung open with an electronic hum, a technological ballet that screamed money and power. Mason knew this wasn't just an entrance. This was a threshold between worlds.He paused. One heartbeat. Two.His eyes—sharp as a loan shark's accounting ledger—scanned the estate. Every window, every marble pathway was a narrative waiting to spill. Old money mixed with new power, and the combination was volatile as hell. The mansion glinted in the evening light, a chrome-plated promise of everything and nothing.Staff materialized like ghosts. Maids in pressed uniforms. Security personnel who mov
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Chapter 114: Who Left Me at the Gates?
"Hey, Jake," he said, the lie sliding smooth as butter, "LangCorp pushed the interview to Tuesday."Jake responded with a satisfied grunt. "Works for me. Gives me time to wrap things up at the site."The conversation shifted, and Mason's voice softened. "How's Tommy doing?"Jake's tone dropped, carrying the raw weight of a father's worry. "He's holding steady. But his next round of meds? Ten grand. Been breaking my back trying to scrape together every dollar.""Faith, Jake," Mason said, his voice low and steady—the voice of someone who'd seen Chicago chew up dreams and sometimes, just sometimes, spit them back whole. "Tommy's a fighter. This city don't break kids like him easy."A pause, then Jake lowered his voice. "You know I’ve always got your back, bro. Nothing’s played out yet, but don't wait too long to find out if this whole doppelganger thing is a winning play.""Yeah, I know," Mason replied softly, but it felt like a lie. The truth haunched on his shoulders like a lead weight
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Chapter 113: The Leo Paradox
Mason deliberately sidestepped Jake's calls, his footsteps echoing against the worn concrete as he made his way to the SUV parked down the block.Night draped Chicago like a heavy coat, the air thick with potential. Mason's fingers traced the cool metal of the SUV, feeling the vehicle vibrate with a restless energy that matched his own. It was a sharp contrast to the suffocating atmosphere of the church basement he’d just left.His phone buzzed. Again. Jake's name flashed persistent, a digital drumbeat demanding attention.Mason finally relented, thumb swiping across the screen. "Jake? You there?"Jake's voice crackled through, raw and unfiltered. "Damn, took you long enough. Thought I'd have to send out a search party."A dry chuckle escaped Mason's lips. "Been busy.""Same here! Crazy night yesterday; I crashed out at the site. That foundation ain’t gonna pour itself, you know?"Mason chuckled, shaking his head. "Found you another multilevel bender job?""Dude, I was working my ass
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Chapter 112: Unwritten Contract
Her gut twisted—years of detective instincts wrestling with a possibility that could transform everything. “I want guarantees. Real proof. No more bullshit.”“My word,” Mason said, pressing a hand dramatically to his heart. “Full access. Every connection, every proof. If I'm lying, I don't deserve mercy.”“Certainty,” Maria muttered. "How do you guarantee anything in this city?”A grim smile spread across Mason’s face. “We draw them in. Like moths to a flame, they’ll be intrigued to see what I have to offer. I’ll dangle the carrot.”Maria’s brows furrowed. “A carrot? Meaning what?”“We build an empire they can't ignore. Job opportunities. Community investment. Financial incentives that make violence look stupid. We create a horizon on the South Side rich with promise instead of blood.”She inhaled sharply, the air heavy with possibilities. “A proposal that’s overly generous if I’ve ever seen one. But you know what? I won’t lie—I’ll leverage your idea to the police. If you’re willing t
