The storm cracks open
Shadows move between the crates. Muffled footsteps, metallic clicks. The Serpents are here — waiting
Ghost
Boss… movement north side. Three men. Armed.
Raven
Engage. Quietly.
A whistle of blades in the rain
A thud!! One Serpent drops
The other two panic — gunfire erupts, echoing across the steel yard
Viper
They heard us. More incoming!
Crew
*huffs*
South gate breached! They’re flooding in!
Raven
Hold the lines
Bleed them, but don’t waste bullets
Let the storm do half the killing
Lightning strikes — Raven himself moves through the chaos, black coat whipping, eyes merciless
His gun fires once, twice. Two Serpents fall like rag dolls in the mud
Ghost
*shouts*
Boss… traitor spotted
He’s running toward the west wing
Raven
*growls*
Alive. I want him breathing
Crew corners the traitor — a rat-faced man, trembling, soaked. A rifle butt cracks against his jaw, knocking him to his knees. He coughs blood, begging. Still alive
Viper
Got him.
Should we end it?
Raven
No
Raven
A traitor’s death is not quick
Bind him. Break his bones if he resists.
He’ll learn what loyalty tastes like… when it’s stripped from his flesh
The rain drowns out his screams. Around them, the Serpents retreat, leaving their dead in the mud. Raven stands over the captured traitor — calm, unmoved. He lights a cigarette in the storm, smoke mingling with thunder
Raven
Tonight was just a warning
Tomorrow… we erase them
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ngl
the first mafia , bloodshed one i read properly 🦆🍃
2025-09-07
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