Failure

After a short while, George woke up, tied up, with all of us surrounding him. He groaned, "Where… where am I?"

I pointed my gun at him and said, "Tell me, George, do you know what happens to a liar?"

Fear took over his face as he stammered, "Wha—"

Before he could finish, I pulled the trigger. His blood splattered all over my face, and I smiled—a grin of power, arrogance, and pride.

Shortly after, Leo and Rio woke up, groggy and confused. "What happened… Where are we… The Bloods drugged us," Rio muttered.

I looked at them and said, "We'll explain everything later. For now, get some rest. Our next mission will be the last one, and it won't be easy."

They all went to their small rooms to recover, while I lay on my small bed, thinking about how the Bloods managed to drug Leo and Rio. And then, we found them with the police… It was suspicious. But exhaustion took over, and I fell into a deep, deep sleep.

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The next day, the time had come to prepare for the ultimate revenge—the showdown where I would finally take back what was mine from that cursed gang.

We needed to increase our numbers, so I turned to Leo. "This mission is yours. I want you to recruit new members using our new black car."

Leo nodded. "Got it. Leave it to me."

As the sun began to set, Leo sped down the road, disguised in the mafia's signature black outfit, driving the sleek black car. Suddenly, the sound of sirens blared behind him. He knew what was coming—a chase.

Pushing the gas pedal to the floor, he weaved through traffic at high speed. Two police cars behind him opened fire, and a bullet hit the right rear tire.

The car lost control. No matter how hard he tried to steer, it was useless. The car spun out, crashing into a wall. Without wasting a second, Leo jumped out, took cover behind the wreckage, and fired his submachine gun at the police officers. Two of them went down, but his ammo was running low.

Just as he was about to be cornered, three unknown figures appeared out of nowhere, handing him ammunition and carrying their own weapons.

Leo threw a grenade toward the police. The explosion sent a shockwave through the area, leaving nothing but blood, fire, and the wreckage of police cars.

He turned to the strangers and asked, "Who are you?"

One of them stepped forward. "I'm Marcus."

Another followed, "I'm Louie."

The last one smirked. "Call me Cobra."

"We met about a week ago during a heist," Marcus explained.

Leo saw potential in them. Without hesitation, he offered them a chance to join the mafia for the final, most dangerous mission.

They accepted without question. The mafia was already famous—our faces were all over the news, and everyone knew who we were.

Together, Leo, Marcus, Louie, and Cobra searched for more recruits. Eventually, they found three more: Michael, Stefano, and Williams.

Leo handed them black suits before leading them to the mafia's hideout.

When they arrived, I was waiting. My eyes scanned the new recruits before locking onto Leo.

"What happened to you? And where's the car?" I asked.

Leo sighed. "I'll tell you later. For now, I brought six new members. Is that enough?"

I smirked. "More than enough. We won't need anyone else."

At that moment, I knew we were ready.

I looked at the new recruits and asked, "Why are you here?"

One of them answered without hesitation, "To help you, of course."

A grin spread across my face as I began explaining our next mission.