Don: The Blood Chains

This whole thing was impossible, like there was no way that all of them died outside. It just wouldn't make any sense. They are the biggest mafia, they have thousands of men and they come together with a convoy, with dozens outside waiting for whatever comes to them, let it be agents or their enemies, they would defend their bosses, at least that's what they thought.

But now not even a sound came through the door, not a step, not a gunshot. It was eerily silent like in a horror movie, and an open door, a dead body in front of it, and the silence with the curiosity to what the fuck is happening, why there isn't any signal? Why can't they reach anybody?

The only one of them who was actually thinking was none other than Gabbana again. He still, even if he was losing himself and breaking, started thinking what could have happened outside, and the thought of what he talked about. The foundation around Joseph.

The DAG members, even if they are elite soldiers, special forces, or at least once, couldn't have done it alone. They couldn't have killed all of the family heads. Then came the second thing: all the guards disappeared from the estates without a fucking trace. That was the biggest mystery of it all, and Gabbana knew the answer at least, he thought he did.

They weren't operating alone, there was no way of it. There gotta be at least a hundred members behind them, behind Joseph, that are building the Cassian family, and that was his lowest estimate about it. If he thought about the money that disappeared, that number could be even more, a few hundred people not even thinking about the connections those operatives could and have.

And he hit the jackpot. That's exactly what was happening and that was exactly what happened back then, because in fact it was impossible to do it alone, and they knew it very well. That's why they recruited some people, and when the money came in, they started building the foundation with their connections and gathered more and more people… but not ordinary ones, no, no.

They were all with a background of trained killers, all kinds and types of soldiers, officers. They recruited all kinds of people to help them, and they joined with a smile on their face… why?

Because of the money, and because they finally had something to serve for. All of them got abandoned by the military and where they came from, and the DAG exactly aimed for these people, those who were suffering, those who were in a desperate situation. They grabbed them and used them back then and are using them now… yeah, even now.

"We're fucked," Gabanna said as he turned to Vincente. "We need to get out…" He said again, and his voice was low, full with tension, while Vincente was started, finally panicking, as well as Jelena too.

They were gangsters and they are gangsters, but they never touched that greatness as their parents. All the assets, all the legacy fell on them, and to be true, they weren't ruthless killers, but more like those who do it to keep up the image of the family, because that was what meant the power, that was the power and not really them. They did nothing revolutionary, they grew up, took position as dons and continued what their parents did, the bribery, the drug market, smuggling it in and selling, nothing new and to be true, they did it well.

Why would they start a new business, new ways, when the old one still brings in tens of millions every single month. They are billionaires, all of them, but one thing they couldn't do and what they are lacking is the key thing, how their parents built up the family out of nowhere and got the most influential ones.

Their parents were not just rich but knew how to move, how to communicate with politicians, businessmen, governors. They knew how to talk sweet to people, how to lick ass if it was necessary, or how to threaten with words that felt like a gunshot.

But they didn't do this and never did. They don't know how to act, and more importantly, even Gabbana, the most genius, is unable to get a grip on the government. He can't bribe higher members like ministers. He can't do it. He tried, and what came after it was the assassination attempt against him and the raid of his warehouses. He lost hundreds of millions and he stopped with that.

Of course they bribed some agents, some low-level policemen and officers, but they couldn't spiderweb the whole government. They just sat idle, counting the millions and living comfortably… but that's the biggest problem, even if it sounds good.

They need to bribe people to maintain their influence and more importantly, to actually be able to use and launder their money. At a level where tens of millions are coming in, money laundering isn't easy in a democracy that functions well not perfectly, but at least partially. Still, they didn't do it, and that's how they ended up losing a lot of money and feeling the rope tighten around their necks.

Especially the way they were handling it, with their golden spoon-in-the-ass attitude, with the legacy on their back that literally gave them everything… with that, the people started looking at them in a way that wasn't how it was back then. And even their own men some of them left, some of them snitched, ratted on them, while the others stayed.

The reason for it was they didn't feel the type of loyalty that they felt for their fathers. Moreover, they softened. They kill, yeah, but it's not like how it was back then when they mowed the people down, their enemies.

The magic of being a gangster is slowly fading away at least in their families especially after they took power and rebuilt it on shell companies and many legal things that made it seem legitimate, like restaurants, real estate, coffee shops, and hotels.

But for the DAG, it just got better. They mentally were set to hunt criminals while being criminals, serve justice while they committed all of the atrocities and knowing that the so-called gangsters are living in peace, and building up their own.

"You go check it." Vincente spoke to the last guard who looked back at him, his eyes wide open and not understanding why the fuck. It was clear, they were trapped inside, and going out just meant death, meaningless death. "Go!" He shouted at him.

He had no time, as well as the others too had no fucking time to even realize and understand the situation, because as soon as he stood up from the cover, he immediately buckled on the ground while his blood was spraying out of his head… no, it was far worse than that. One side of his head literally exploded off, and what remained was just mangled flesh and his brain apart on the ground all over the place.

"W-what…?" Vincente asked, but it was already late, because the next thing he felt was a silencer pushed to his head as well as to Jelena's head.

"Nice to meet you."