Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 156: Blasting Shit Up.

"You don’t need to worry. He’s still a kid, he still needs to learn his ways." Marco said pulling out Emmanul form his thoughts, but it juts fucked him up even more.

"A kid?"

"Yeah, he’s just a fucking kid."

"Then why the fuck do you need to backstab him? Why do you need to make a deal with us to actually kill him? You’re saying that we’re scared of a kid?" He stared at Marco.

Because Emmanuel knew what a kid is capable of, he came from Dennus, he was raised in the slums where kids literally stabbed each other to death, where kids in the cartel chopping up people.

"No, I mean he—"

"You are nobody to us. So shut the fuck up before you say something and I cut out your tongue, okay?" Emmanuel smiled at him. "Now, talk about Isabella. She did her part, we got the money and got the people. So what about your part?"

Marco got as tense as fuck and scared as fuck because it was true he was a nobody, a nobody in the world of big players, but he knew very well that he was still a treasure for the Sinatra.

"Here." He said as he tapped a folder on the table. "This is it, all the routes, all the warehouses in the country, even the names of his top men, the address to their homes, the families of them… everybody’s in it." He paused as he looked at Emmanuel. "Where is my part?" He asked, to which Emmanuel smiled and pulled out his phone.

"200 million will be sent the moment you give it to me." He said.

"Then the deal is done." Marco smiled as he grabbed the folder and tossed it toward Emmanuel.

He picked up the folder, opened it, and it was really there, all the routes of the drugs, the warehouses were neatly detailed with even pictures. Not just that, but it also detailed his top men and their families. The whole Bellini family’s details were in that folder.

He quickly looked through the top pages, which were about only James himself, his connection. Even his weight and how tall he was, everything was detailed about him.

"What’s next for you?" Emanuel asked as he put down the folder and did something with his phone.

"I will go on a long vacation, and wait until I can come back and live in peace." He said with a smile on his face.

"Hmm… so you don’t want to take part in it?"

"No, I don’t. But there’s connections in the folder who you guys can call up or have a meeting with. They can provide more information than me." He said, and then his phone beeped. "Ohh thank you, it came." He said as the transfer was done.

"But why?" Emanuel asked again. "You backstabbed him, so why not see the whole thing play out… how he falls and dies, how he suffers, the despair?"

"I’m not that kind of guy. I like to have peace and do things in my own way. And I’m sure after it ends, we can do business together once again."

"Once again?" Emmanuel said, because there was no way they were going to work together.

Working with somebody who already backstabbed his alliance, what a joke it is, a joke that Marco actually believes that he will have the right to work with them. How fucking stupid he is, just like Isabella.

No, they would kill him the moment James dies… not even that, they planned to kill him the moment he gave the folder. But Emmanuel came with little or no guard, so that would be a disaster for him. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

They think they are just untouchable, they built a legacy where people even fear to say the name "Sinatra" out loud. They even fear to look at the members, at least in Dennus.

The weakness is that they think they’re untouchable everywhere they go, but no…

Marco and Isabella too went to them to work together, because they fear James, even if they don’t admit it. They knew that the moment they left the Circle, they would be killed.

Their dumbest decision was to go to the cartel for protection.

But they just fucked up even more, not just themselves, but the cartel too, because there is no mercy for someone who attacks James’s family, and in a minute they will both realize it, as Ferucci with the rocket launcher was ready to blast shit up.

The cars sped through the street straight to the gate.

Ferucci’s convoy had ten SUVs packed with people, and the plan was very simple. In the front were the most armored SUVs in the whole convoy, ones that could even withstand grenades and high-caliber rounds, those SUVs would get as close to the gate as possible and give cover to the others, allowing them to get out and blast the shit out of the guards, basically creating a defensive perimeter around the gate where they would hold the line until Hector and the others got to the back of the house, entered the massive garden, and captured Marco.

Well… with Ferucci, it somehow went differently, not entirely, but he pretty much skipped a lot of the plan and jumped straight to the end.

"Go, go!" He shouted as the house came into view, and the driver went full throttle toward it.

They were noticed immediately, and the shooting started within seconds. Bullets hit the SUVs, but it was like throwing rocks at them. Still, it was dangerous, especially since Ferucci decided to peek out the hatch.

Well, he didn’t give a fuck. Rocket launcher in hand, he looked out, aiming straight at the gate as bullets whizzed past.

Inside, Marco and Emmanuel immediately noticed and heard the dozens of bullets being fired and for whatever reason, maybe because they were a bit drunk… they chose to stand by the windows and look out.

What they saw was the exact moment Ferucci fucked up, the exact moment they had no chance to realize how fuck they are.

Because Ferucci miscalculated the distance, the spot where the driver would stop.

So while Ferucci was aiming at the gate, the driver reached the point and slammed on the brakes, drifting to the right side to form the defensive perimeter. And yeah… Ferucci pulled the trigger at that exact moment.

The problem? His aim shifted, from the gate… to the house itself.