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The Ambush

Author: Bentu
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Dante's POV

The warehouse came alive. The last crates were being loaded into the convoy trucks, and my crew worked with the efficiency of oiled machines, swiftly, but my instincts wailed that something was off. I scanned the premises. Soft noises of cargo being shifted met the crisp morning air, but my mind was honed to a razor.

“Everything set, boss,” Alex came up to me with his usual impassive face. "No signs of trouble. Looks like we're in the clear."

I nodded, but the tension really chewed at me. "Let's not get too comfortable just yet. I want extra eyes on the route. Rocco's been quiet, and I don't trust it.” After that message, it's been more than a week and I haven't heard anything from him again.

Alex's face blackened. His cock-sure expression fell somewhat. "We've doubled security on this run. Anything suspicious, we'll handle it."

I said nothing. Something wasn't adding up. Rocco Cafaro wasn't the kind of guy to let things go that easy, and with that message, he was out for
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