Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 158: The Warlord We Die For.

"Oh my fucking god…" Edward whispered as he couldn't believe that they fucking bombed the driveway with the grenades. It was something he only saw in wars.

Linda on the other hand was still speechless while Benjamin's smile widened as he saw the whole thing play out. He wanted to be there too, he wanted to experience that thing, the smell of it, the gunpowder, the adrenaline rush… yeah he wanted to experience how it feels to fight for James, because he couldn't believe it.

How the fuck somebody have this much of loyalty to literally go into war for someone. This is not a military or a cause that would help the country… no, it is only a mafia family that is ready to die for their boss. This is no longer just loyalty but something he couldn't name.

This wasn't for the money, wasn't for the benefits they get for James, yeah they stand proud with him, because he cared for them, more than anyone else in their life.

A true family, that will be unstoppable, no it already unstoppable, something uncontrollable, something that if they fuck with it, it's over.

And that was what Linda also realized.

She still had that little thing back on her mind, that maybe somehow she or they can control James, that they can play their card in a way that it is going to be in their favor, but seeing what is playing out, she realized there was no chance for it. These men will never bow before the government, they will never listen to them nor act how they want.

The only person they listen to is James himself. It was now crystal clear.

The only thing they can ever stop him, stop them, is to kill every one of them, but that too will never truly work. If James dies then there is his underboss, if they die there will always be somebody who steps into his place, that will carry over the name that only causes destruction and death.

But now it was too late to realize, too late to hope that the government would actually interfere into the Bellini family. It was no longer on the scale of Lucian, it was no longer on any scale of gangster.

He became a warlord… and it just made everything more clear to Linda.

The Circle, Isabella, Marco, Victor they all died or will be dead, and all of them once owned the land, warehouse, all their assets will fall into none other than James' hand, or he will fight for it. Not even talking about Lucian's assets, and Silas. With all of it he will become the true ruler of the underworld, not just that but somebody who will rule over the whole region, who would alone rule the drug trade in the country, who will have thousands of people under him.

And he already made his steps toward it, and for Linda it was late to realize… but not just for her, but the others too. It all made sense, at least for Linda.

The one-year peace treaty… it was all for that… to make him comfortable, to give him time to get his hands on the Circle's assets, on Silas, and the others who knew. Maybe even to kill the rest. He was quietly building his empire, and they didn't even realize it. Soon, he would have more power than the government itself. The deal they agreed to only put him in a position where he controls everything… not them.

"Look, they're going in!" Edward shouted, pulling out Linda from her thoughts.

As she looked at the monitor she saw them sprinting into the driveway.

Eric went forward and ran to the concrete slab with his team, and the whole night suddenly became silent. Only the footsteps, the shells being stepped on, and some of Marco's guards' screams and ragged breath could be heard.

They moved like ghosts.

Ferucci headed to the two cars parked at the side with his team. As he leaned out, he spotted one of Marco's guards peeking out from behind a tree.. but the guard didn't fire, and didn't even seem to notice them.

He leaned back and just realized there was still a long way to go, the drive was long, and just reaching the house was a mission in itself.

"They're walking into a trap…" Benjamin whispered as he watched the drone zooming onto the driveway. "Look here…" He pointed to the monitor where the guy that Ferucci saw behind the tree.

"Fuck… is that a—"

"Yeah, grenades." Benjamin whispered again, his eyes widening.

The guy at the tree who Ferucci saw was packed with grenades, but not just him… behind him. The driveway was a little hill that went up, and Ferucci only could see the tree but not behind him, the dozen of guys proning on the ground grabbing grenades in their hands.

Maybe Marco wasn't that dumb after all, he bought some justice weapons to guard him and it just started to show up, because not a minute passed as from the same tree where the guy stood, another came and with something in his hand that looked like a big ass gun.

A machine gun.

Ferucci leaned out once more and literally stared into it through his night vision goggles, and in the last second he leaned back to the car when the Marco guard pulled the trigger.

The dark night became lit as the machine started firing at the cars, the cars that weren't bulletproof.

"Get down!" Ferucci shouted as he dropped his body on the ground, and the bullets literally ate through the car frames. Shattering the windows, going through the doors and impacting the wall behind them.

But for some, it was their time. As Ferucci looked to his right, one of the men was on the ground, not moving and blood pooling behind his body.

One down, and it was just the beginning, as Marco's guard just kept firing the machine gun at the same spot, the same car.

Ferucci felt the bullets passing by him, felt and heard that sound… the bullets flying past his head.

The adrenaline was pumping in him. He didn't feel fear, he wasn't packing, but knew very well that if they stay, then he will die, they will die.

"Eric, do something!" He shouted to the radio, but Eric too was pinned down.

"I can't!" He shouted back at the radio and started blind-firing but hit nothing.

Fuck, what to do… Ferucci thought, but as he looked at the dead man, he noticed the grenades… he was packed with it.

So, as low as he could get, he crawled to him and got off as many as he could, and pulled back to the tire and waited for the moment when the bullets ran out, but those seconds were the most challenging ones. There was no spot on the car that wasn't shot up, and as he looked at Eric and the other, they too… were totally pinned down.

But he knew the moment would eventually come, so he pulled out the pin and waited, a grenade in his hand.

"Hey, you!" He said to the guy prone down beside the dead body. "I'm going to throw it. When I do, start firing. I'm going to make the run to the next car there." Ferucci pointed to the car a few meters away from them.

The man just nodded, and finally, the machine guns stopped… but fuck, Ferucci's plans never go smoothly.

He got up and threw the grenade over the car, a few meters short of the tree. At the same time, the guys started firing their weapons, giving the perfect cover fire to Ferucci, who made the run… but oh boy, it was the worst moment he could have chosen to do it.

The moment he stepped out from the cover, grenades were thrown in their direction… almost all of them landed short from them, but one rolled on the driveway, landing exactly under the car, the one that Ferucci made the run for.

It exploded under the left tire with a force that pushed the car up in the air for a second, and sent shrapnels flying everywhere.

For Ferucii, it was the first time he experienced the feeling, when everything slows down, when you feel death creeping close to you. In that split second, he could hear his heartbeat, he could feel the warmth from the explosion, but he couldn't do anything about the sheer force that reached his body.

He immediately lost balance and was thrown behind the car and the pure chaos that engulfed him.

His ears were ringing, the world was spinning around him, but he tried to make sense of it by looking down at his fingers, counting them, trying to pull everything together. But then… everything in the chaos… just became so cold, unbearably cold.

Ferucci looked down at himself, and what he saw was something black, something dark, through his night vision… something flowing down his legs.

Blood.