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Chapter 61
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The Night Boss Chapter 61
Rico had been walking with his hood low, the night air damp against his skin. He’d managed to keep himself unseen for weeks, slipping between safe houses, alleys, and rundown apartments. He knew Kroos was still hunting. He knew Salvatore Marquez had placed a price on his head. And he knew The Boss—damn fool that he was—still claimed to love him.But Rico had learned the trick of shadows. He didn’t show himself unless he wanted to.Or so he thought.The first sign was the headlights. Two beams cutting across the dark street. A patrol car rolling deliberate, like a wolf sniffing out a trail. Rico stiffened but kept walking, pretending to be nothing more than another man in a broken city.The second sign was the radio static that crackled, then hushed. The cops inside weren’t chatting anymore. They were watching.Rico’s instincts screamed at him—move, disappear, vanish. He turned into an alley, but before he made ten steps, another cruiser slid across the far end, blocking his path.“Don
The Night Boss Chapter 60
Rico had been listening. Not just to the voices in the streets, not only to the murmurs that slipped through late-night taverns and corner shops, but to the full chorus of a city that suddenly seemed to be speaking his name again.For weeks, he had stayed tucked away in the shadows, living in the half-world of a man both hunted and needed. He read the newspapers carefully when they were left behind in cafés, folded neatly but screaming headlines that bled ink onto his fingertips. He tuned in to a battered transistor radio whose static became as familiar to him as a heartbeat. And now, after Marquez’s press interview and The Boss’s broadcast, the city had turned him into something larger than flesh and bone: a symbol, a puzzle, a ghost who had left too many debts unpaid.But ghosts cannot hide forever.Rico sat in a cramped room, peeling paint on the walls, the scent of mold heavy in the corners. A single bulb dangled overhead, casting its yellow glow across the table where photographs
The Night Boss Chapter 59
Words traveled fast now, like wildfire on a dry plain. By noon the whispers had already stretched across the blocks, leaking out of the coffee shops, slipping through the alleyways, and being passed like poisoned candy among street hustlers and cab drivers alike: Kross had gone to the police.No one knew exactly what he said, but the mere idea that he stepped foot into a precinct was enough to stir unease. The man had built his name on grit, loyalty, and silence. Silence was his currency. If he was willing to exchange that for words to the law, then the balance of power was trembling.The first to hear was The Boss.He was sitting in his office, cigarette smoke circling the ceiling fan like a ghost refusing to leave. Papers lay scattered across his desk—blueprints of nightclubs, ledgers of shipments, scraps of intelligence about Marquez’s movements. His men had been in and out all morning, reporting on the city’s response to his radio broadcast. Some praised it, some mocked it, but a
The Night Boss Chapter 58
The morning was heavy on the restless city. The newsstands were still buzzing with Marquez’s interview, the radio replayed fragments of The Boss’s cryptic broadcast, and whispers of both stirred like a fever through every alley, café, and bar. To most, it was scandal and entertainment. To Kross, it was suffocation.For weeks now, he had carried Rico’s absence like a stone in his chest. It wasn’t just the guilt, though guilt was always there, whispering about the night of the gunfight, about the way Rico’s eyes had met his before disappearing into the chaos. It was also the gnawing uncertainty. Every hour stretched longer than the last. Every mention of Rico’s name in the news tightened the knot in his gut.That morning, Kross finally cracked.He pulled on a dark jacket, slid Rico’s photo into the inside pocket, and walked the long way to the precinct. His steps dragged, but he didn’t stop. He had always believed in handling things his own way—through the streets, through favors, throu
The Night Boss Chapter 67
Kroos sat in the backroom of the billiard hall he had claimed as his temporary hideout, his eyes fixed on the old radio sitting on the table. The Boss’s gravelly voice still replaying over and over in his head. It was strange hearing the man so public, so desperate, practically pleading for Rico to come out of the shadows. And then there was Marquez—his press interview still trending across the newspapers, talk shows, and even the city streets.Two powerhouses, once thought untouchable, were now chasing the same ghost. And Kroos felt that ghost slipping through his fingers.For weeks, he had poured everything into hunting Rico. He had leaned on his contacts, shaken down informants, and spread money like a trail of breadcrumbs. Yet Rico, street-smart and slippery as oil, had managed to stay one step ahead. And now? The whole city seemed to be talking about him—Rico the survivor, Rico the prize, Rico the one who held the secrets of all three empires.Kroos rubbed his temples and let out
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The next morning, the city stirred with an unease that no one could ignore. It wasn’t just the usual noise of traffic horns, late buses, or street vendors shouting their prices in the air—it was something heavier, almost electrified. The Boss’s voice had thundered through the radios the previous night, carried into homes, bars, and even taxis crawling through midnight streets. What he had said—what he had dared to say—was now alive in every corner of the city.“Rico… come home. Come home, my boy.”It wasn’t just the words; it was the tone. The Boss’s voice was drenched with a strange mixture of authority, nostalgia, and menace. It wasn’t the command of a king calling back a soldier, nor the tender voice of a father begging forgiveness. It was something in-between, something that left everyone guessing what it truly meant.And the people had not stopped guessing since.By mid-morning, newspapers had already printed partial transcripts of the broadcast. The radio stations replayed it on
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