Falling For The Mafia Boss
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hanging in the car turned into raw, adrenaline-fueled motion. It was time to execute, time to move
in my ear. "Cameras are
d, my voice steady despi
up, but that didn't matter. The wet ground was our friend, it muffled our steps, concealing our presence as w
his mask making him look like a predator-silent, lethal, and focused. I
us like a dark, brooding fortress. Inside, there were millio
ak. The smell of old metal and stale air greeted us, but I didn't pau
ds are down?" I whis
she replied. "You've got five m
peration. But tonight, we weren't after information or files. We were here for somethi
llion doll
epest part of the warehouse, guarded by layers of security. But we had studied eve
t," I said, keeping my voice low.
uarded checkpoints. But once inside, there was a catch. We had intel that the ro
his eyes scanning the shadows a
e of metal on my to
, turning corners with practiced precision.
ation and the low murmur of voices behind the thick door. We crouched down, peer
h in the corner. But that
ation. Along with the cash, the room was filled with dozens of barrels, the
very thing that fueled the empire
s. "The vault is behind that door. But it's locked tig
set of high-tech tools. "But we need to move qu
nto the vault's system. Every second counted. The cocaine barrels were still
red as the door to t
eel a rush. Thirty million dollars-although not a humongous amount, it was
cash was stored in a high-tech vault, its digital locks flashin
like trophies. The room smelled of chemicals, of power
o bags. But we couldn't be too greedy. We had to take only what was necessary and
ation to burn them all, to destroy what had fueled so
I said into the c
ied. "But the guards will start noticing soon. You'
hat," I muttered, tur
the bags. We were nearly there. Thirty million d
l the all-clear, the sound of app
spered to Lucas
ckly as we gathered the bags of cash. But we were run
rowing them over my shoulder.
ing back toward the exit. But the walls seemed to close in around us. The weight
we reached the door
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