All Chapters of Burn Loot: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The first strike came quietly.Dino’s security outfit ran like a fortress—tight, disciplined, nearly impenetrable. But that night, one of his best men, Luca Romano, vanished.No calls. No signs of struggle. Just gone.Dino stood in the dim glow of his office, staring at the empty chair where Luca usually sat during briefing meetings. The air was thick with unease. His men—loyal, trained, and battle-hardened—stood in tense silence, waiting for his command.Sergio, his second-in-command, broke the silence. “This isn’t a coincidence.”Dino exhaled sharply, his mind already reaching the inevitable conclusion. “Sanchez.”Elena stood near the window, arms crossed, her expression tight. She had seen this coming. “He’s testing you,” she murmured.Dino ran a hand through his hair. He knew Sanchez well enough to recognize a pattern. This wasn’t an ordinary attack—it was psychological warfare. Sanchez wasn’t trying to destroy him outright. Not yet. He was cutting at the foundation, piece by piec

Sanchez built his empire on control—not through brute force alone, but through influence, money, and secrets. Every politician, every customs officer, and every port authority he owned was another thread in his vast web of power.But webs could be unraveled—and Dino had started pulling at the strings.This wasn’t an open war. Not yet.Dino didn’t storm into cartel territory with guns blazing. That wasn’t his way.He watched. He waited. And when the moment was right—he struck where they least expected.---The First Blow—Alejandro’s Network Starts to CrumbleIt began with small disruptions.A shipment of undocumented migrants coming through the Mediterranean was seized.An arms deal in Colombia—intercepted.One by one, the foundation of Alejandro’s operations started to crack.He was used to handling problems with violence. He wasn’t used to an enemy he couldn’t see.---Alejandro Feels the PressureAlejandro’s penthouse reeked of whiskey and frustration. He leaned against the window,

The weight of the past clung to Dino like a second skin as he stood in the dimly lit study of his estate. His mother, weak but safe, rested in the adjacent room. He had finally pulled her from the abyss of Sanchez’s control, but the battle was far from over. The real war was just beginning.On the desk before him lay a set of documents—financial records, offshore accounts, and coded messages that hinted at something far more sinister than he had anticipated. Alejandro wasn’t just Sanchez’s heir; he had carved his own empire within the cartel—an illegal migration network that extended beyond South America and into Europe. Human trafficking masked as ‘protection deals.’Dino clenched his jaw. Alejandro wasn’t just a sadistic tormentor—he was a businessman in blood and chains.But while Alejandro thrived in his world of cruelty, Elena was trapped in it. It's Elena.His hand curled into a fist as Sergio entered, his expression grim. “Word is out—Sanchez suspects we’re the ones who took he

There was silence in the room.Dino's expression remained unreadable, but the tension in his jaw betrayed the storm within. He placed his phone down, the weight of Alejandro’s threat settling over the group like a thick fog.Alejandro had just made his biggest mistake.Sergio was the first to speak. "We move now."Dino exhaled slowly, controlling the fury pulsing through his veins. "No. We stay the course."Sergio frowned. "He has Elena. You heard what he said."Dino turned to him, eyes sharp. "And that’s exactly why we don’t play into his hands. He wants me to react. He wants me to lose control."A beat of silence.Dino’s voice was quieter, but the edge in it was deadly. "I don’t lose control."The men exchanged glances. Vincent leaned forward, his tone measured. "So what’s the play?"Dino’s gaze flicked toward the map spread across the table. It showed Alejandro’s network—routes, supply chains, key players."We hit him where it hurts. His supply lines are already bleeding. Now, we g

Alejandro, pacing in his office, drummed his fingers against the mahogany desk. His mind raced.His entire operation has been disrupted by Dino. His security system was compromised. Shipments were halted. His men were nervous. And worse, Dino wasn’t making reckless moves—he was precise. Surgical.Alejandro hated that.A knock on the door.Carlos, his second-in-command, entered, looking grim. “Boss, we have a problem.”Alejandro turned slowly. “Oh? Just one?”Carlos swallowed hard. “Two of our warehouses were hit last night.”Alejandro’s eyes darkened.Carlos continued, “No bodies left behind, no alarms tripped. They took everything—cash, drugs, weapons. The men stationed there… they’re missing.”Alejandro exhaled slowly, controlling the rage simmering beneath his skin. Dino.His bastard brother wasn’t playing by normal rules.Alejandro turned toward the monitors displaying live feeds of his estate. He eyed Elena, bound to a chair in a dimly lit room.“Dino’s underestimating me.” Alej