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Chapter 5: The Last Ride

作者: King Great
last update 公開日: 2026-07-02 05:30:36

Anthony Romano stared through the rain-covered windshield as his car rolled through the sleeping city.

It was nearly midnight.

Most people were at home with their families, enjoying peaceful lives they would never know existed because men like him fought dirty wars in the shadows. That was the irony of power. The people who benefited from it rarely understood its cost.

His phone buzzed again.

The third call in less than twenty minutes.

Anthony answered without taking his eyes off the road.

“Talk.”

“The shipment arrived,” a voice said. “But we have a problem.”

Anthony's jaw tightened.

“What kind of problem?”

“One of our warehouses was searched. Somebody leaked information.”

The words immediately put him on alert.

“Who knows about the shipment?”

“Only the inner circle.”

Anthony remained silent.

That answer bothered him.

If the information had truly come from the inner circle, then someone close to him had betrayed him.

“Keep everyone there,” he ordered. “I'm coming.”

The call ended.

The rain grew heavier.

For a moment, Anthony considered returning home and dealing with the issue in the morning. The past few weeks had been exhausting. Rival families had become bolder. Rumors of an alliance against the Romano family were spreading. Too many things were happening at once.

But he couldn't ignore this.

Not now.

Not when everything he had built was at stake.

As he drove, his thoughts drifted to Julia.

They had been married for years.

She had stood beside him through every battle.

She deserved better than the life he had given her.

The thought surprised him.

Anthony Romano was not a man known for regret.

Yet regret had become a familiar companion lately.

Maybe age had softened him.

Maybe fatherhood had changed him.

Or maybe he was simply tired.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel.

He thought about his daughters.

He thought about Sophia.

And he thought about the son he had hidden from the world.

A son who could never openly carry the Romano name.

A son who would grow up in the shadows.

Anthony closed his eyes for a brief second.

He had convinced himself for years that he was protecting everyone.

Now he wasn't sure.

The warehouse sat near the docks at the edge of the city.

Several black SUVs were already parked outside when Anthony arrived.

The men waiting for him straightened immediately.

“Boss.”

Anthony nodded.

“Inside.”

The atmosphere in the warehouse felt wrong.

Too tense.

Too quiet.

Stacks of wooden crates lined the walls.

Several armed guards stood watch.

Nobody seemed relaxed.

Anthony looked around.

“Tell me everything.”

One of his captains stepped forward.

“We received information that De Luca soldiers were asking questions about tonight's shipment.”

“Who told them?”

“We don't know.”

Anthony studied the faces around him.

Some appeared nervous.

Others avoided eye contact completely.

That only confirmed his suspicion.

Someone was lying.

“Check everyone's phones,” Anthony ordered.

The room went silent.

“Boss?”

“You heard me.”

A few uncomfortable looks were exchanged.

Anthony noticed every single one.

Good.

Let them be uncomfortable.

Fear revealed things loyalty never could.

The inspection began.

Nothing suspicious appeared.

No messages.

No calls.

No obvious evidence.

But Anthony remained unconvinced.

A leak didn't appear out of nowhere.

Someone had spoken.

Someone had sold information.

And when he found that person, there would be consequences.

After another hour, the meeting ended.

The shipment was secured.

The warehouse remained protected.

Yet Anthony couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was approaching.

One of his oldest soldiers approached him before he left.

“Boss.”

Anthony stopped.

“Yes?”

The older man hesitated.

“Be careful tonight.”

Anthony frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“Just a feeling.”

Anthony almost laughed.

A feeling.

Normally he would dismiss such nonsense.

But tonight felt different.

“Get some sleep,” Anthony said.

The soldier nodded.

Anthony returned to his car and started the engine.

The rain had become a storm.

Thunder rolled across the sky.

The streets were nearly empty.

For the first time in years, Anthony felt strangely alone.

His phone buzzed again.

Unknown number.

He answered.

No response.

Only breathing.

Then the line went dead.

Anthony stared at the screen.

Something wasn't right.

He accelerated.

He wanted to get home.

Wanted to see his daughters.

Wanted one normal night before dealing with tomorrow's problems.

A pair of headlights appeared in his rearview mirror.

Too close.

The vehicle stayed behind him for several blocks.

Anthony's instincts immediately activated.

Years in the mafia had taught him one lesson above all others.

Paranoia kept you alive.

He made a turn.

The vehicle followed.

Another turn.

Still following.

Anthony's eyes narrowed.

His hand moved toward the pistol beneath his jacket.

The car behind him suddenly accelerated.

A cold feeling settled in his stomach.

This wasn't surveillance.

This was something else.

Something worse.

The vehicle pulled alongside him.

Anthony caught a glimpse of the driver.

A stranger.

Then everything happened at once.

A bright flash erupted ahead.

The road exploded.

Fire swallowed the darkness.

The force of the blast lifted Anthony's vehicle off the ground.

Glass shattered.

Metal screamed.

Pain exploded through his body.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stop.

Images flashed through his mind.

Julia.

His daughters.

Sophia.

His son.

All the people he would never see again.

The car crashed back onto the road.

Flames surrounded him.

Smoke filled the air.

Anthony tried to move.

Couldn't.

His vision blurred.

The world faded.

His final thought wasn't about power.

Or money.

Or the empire he had spent years building.

It was about family.

Then darkness took him.

---

At exactly 2:17 in the morning, Julia Romano's phone rang.

She woke instantly.

Something felt wrong.

The voice on the other end trembled.

“Mrs. Romano...”

Julia sat upright.

“What happened?”

Silence.

Then a shaky breath.

“There's been an incident.”

Her heart stopped.

“Anthony?”

No answer came.

And somehow, that silence told her everything.

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