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He Never Came Out

ผู้เขียน: Missy Smith
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– Mina –

The trap didn’t feel like one until it was already closed, because traps never announce themselves with noise. They arrive as silence, as gaps where men should be, as radios that hesitate before answering. I felt it in my chest before anyone said the word, a pressure that made breathing feel like work instead of instinct.

We were split across the city, deliberately thin, deliberately exposed. Frankie signed off on it with a jaw clenched so hard I thought it might crack, and Luca didn’t
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  • The Cost of Saving Him   The Legacy of Luciano Gambino

    – Mina –Three more months went by, with pressure growing quietly beneath the surface. The city changed seasons without warning, and I had to keep pace, even when my body lagged. Grief didn’t disappear; it shifted, settling deeper, becoming heavier and more ingrained.The hospital room was unnaturally bright for the time, washing everything in an almost surreal glow. Machines beeped softly beside me, their steady sounds mingling with a fluctuating pain that ebbed and flowed unpredictably. I concentrated on my breath, fingers clenched tightly in the sheets, counting the unreliable seconds. No matter how long this lasted, I knew I couldn’t will my way through it.I had been awake for hours before anyone entered. Time felt strange, stretching and snapping back, with moments blending. My body hurt in unfamiliar places, deep and persistent, as if something was forcing itself out. I pressed my forehead into the pillow and tried to stay calm.The door opened softly, and I recognized Frankie

  • The Cost of Saving Him   The Rise of a New Don

    -Mina-Six months after the fire, the city still carried the scent of ash, especially when the rain fell oddly. New York carried on as if untouched, yet beneath the surface, the underworld’s rhythm shifted, slower above, more brutal below. I realized that grief didn’t disappear; instead, it was hidden away in pockets and brought into meetings like a loaded gun.Frankie practically ran everyone out of Luca’s house, for practical reasons and as a quiet, unspoken cruelty. Luca’s presence seemed to linger throughout the hallways, and the soldiers moved softly, fearing noise might wake the dead. Frankie never sat in Luca’s chair, not once, and the capos noticed this, even if they tried to hide it. Only meetings happened there, almost as if Frankie intended to honor Luca’s authority even in his absence. The cartel’s presence felt so routine it would have horrified my former self. Rafael’s sicarios moved around the perimeter with a strict discipline that seemed even colder than that of Gamb

  • The Cost of Saving Him   An Untouchable Bruise

    – Mina –The house felt wrong the second we crossed the threshold. It wasn’t quiet in the usual way, not resting or sleeping, but hollow, as if something vital had been pulled out and the walls hadn’t yet figured out how to hold themselves. Men stood where they always stood, but no one spoke unless spoken to. Luca’s absence pressed into every corner like a bruise you couldn’t stop touching.Max knew before any of us said it out loud. He paced the front room in tight, restless loops, nails clicking on the floor, ears pinned forward as if listening for footsteps that weren’t coming. When he finally stopped, he let out a low sound from deep in his chest, not a growl but something closer to grief. I sank to my knees beside him and pressed my face into his fur, breathing him in as if it might keep me upright.Frankie didn’t remove his jacket. He didn’t sit or pace or lean. He stood in the center of the room as if moving might finally break the world all the way open.Tony stayed close to h

  • The Cost of Saving Him   What Felt Like a Sin

    -Mina-The fire continued to burn even after the sirens arrived, as if the building refused to give up what it had absorbed. Flames climbed the jagged concrete, reaching into the night sky while dark smoke billowed across the street. I stood rooted to the spot between Tony and Rafael, their grips tight on my arms because my legs didn't respond anymore. People kept calling his name, but Luca never responded. Frankie was on his knees near the curb, fists pressed into the asphalt as if he could anchor himself to the earth. His voice was gone from screaming, his throat raw and torn, but his mouth still moved as if he were begging something to undo itself. Tony crouched beside him, trying to speak sense into a man who had just watched his world burn. I had never seen Frankie look small before, and the sight broke something open in my chest. The firefighters moved with brutal efficiency, hoses roaring as water slammed into a fire that refused to die quietly. Someone shouted that the struc

  • The Cost of Saving Him   He Never Came Out

    – Mina –The trap didn’t feel like one until it was already closed, because traps never announce themselves with noise. They arrive as silence, as gaps where men should be, as radios that hesitate before answering. I felt it in my chest before anyone said the word, a pressure that made breathing feel like work instead of instinct.We were split across the city, deliberately thin, deliberately exposed. Frankie signed off on it with a jaw clenched so hard I thought it might crack, and Luca didn’t stop him. That was the first omen, the way Luca let it happen.The first call came from the Bronx corridor. A patrol reported movement where none should have been, then static swallowed the channel whole. By the time the feed came back, all we heard was gunfire and a man screaming for his mother in a language I didn’t understand.Frankie grabbed the radio so hard his knuckles went white. “Hold your ground,” he ordered. “Do not chase.” The screaming stopped mid-word, and the silence that followe

  • The Cost of Saving Him   Exposed

    – Mina –The city didn’t wait for permission to burn. It answered Frankie’s executions with violence so loud it rattled windows and woke people who didn’t know their lives were already collateral. Smoke rose from Queens before the radios caught up, thick and black, the kind that clings to clothes and lungs long after the flames die.The first front was a cash warehouse we thought was dead weight. Alaric had left accelerant in the walls and men chained inside, and the explosion folded the building in on itself like paper. Two bodies were pulled out alive but screaming, skin blistered and eyes ruined, begging for mercy that never came.The second hit landed thirty minutes later near the docks. A transport hub we used for clean movement turned into an oven, metal warping, and tires screaming as they melted. Frankie watched the feed without blinking, jaw tight, already measuring how much blood this would cost us to answer.“They’re not retaliating,” Frankie said. “They’re announcing.”Ton

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