Chapter 33 The Boss
The sleek black car tore through the night, its tires screeching as it approached a towering iron gate. The two men inside were breathing heavily, their knuckles white as they gripped the steering wheel and the edges of their seats. Fear clung to them like a second skin, their nerves shot to hell after what they had just witnessed.
As the vehicle reached the entrance, the massive gate groaned open, allowing them passage into the vast estate beyond. The moment the way was clear, the driver slammed his foot down on the accelerator, sending the car speeding through the long, winding driveway, past the meticulously maintained gardens, past the statues of men whose faces bore cold, unfeeling expressions. The mansion ahead loomed like a predator waiting in the dark, its grand structure bathed in golden lights, casting long shadows across the gravel pathway.
The car skidded to a stop in front of the main entrance, the headlights illuminating the large double doors for a brief moment before both men flung their doors open and scrambled out. They didn’t bother locking the car. They didn’t even bother shutting the doors behind them. All that mattered was getting inside, getting to their boss, and delivering the news before it was too late.
They stormed up the steps, their boots echoing loudly against the polished marble floor as they shoved past the guards stationed at the door. The heavy doors swung open, revealing the grand entrance hall—high ceilings adorned with chandeliers, sleek leather couches, and a long staircase leading to the upper floors where their boss resided.
One of the guards, a tall man with a scar running down the side of his cheek, stepped forward, blocking their path with a raised hand. His deep voice was calm, but there was an undeniable authority in it.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
The two men barely slowed down as they rushed up to him, desperation clear in their faces.
"Where is the boss?" one of them demanded, his voice shaking as though he had seen a ghost.
The guard’s expression remained blank. "He’s busy. He won’t see you right now."
That answer only made the two men more frantic.
"What do you mean he won’t see us? What’s he doing that’s so important?"