Capítulo 38: The Sons of Anarchy

"Zz... Entering the building!"

A group of men clad in black tactical combat gear slipped into the backyard of a seven-story building. They scanned their surroundings, and when a dog stared at them, a soldier stepped forward and shot a tranquilizer dart at it.

Bang!

The dart pierced the dog's chest, and it collapsed to the ground. The team advanced, reaching the back door. Crocodile, the operation's leader, peered inside and reported over the radio: "Zz... Lights out in three, two, one… Go!"

Boom!

With an explosion at the door, the group stormed the building, hunting their targets. As they moved, they methodically cleared each area before advancing further.

...

"What was that explosion?" a woman, who seemed to be on a call with someone special, said with alarm.

"It sounded like it came from the door. Who's going to check it out?"

One person switched on their phone's flashlight, but before they could investigate, the sound of approaching footsteps preceded several gunshots. Bullets ripped through the air and struck their target.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Those in the back felt a warm liquid splash onto their faces. When they reached up to touch it, their hands came away sticky with thick, dark blood.

"This can't be happening..."

"Who are you?"

Crocodile, spotting their targets, ignored the unnecessary questions and gave a cold order: "Kill everyone except the woman. No witnesses."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The massacre unfolded as Crocodile moved toward a table. Noticing a piece of paper with writing on it and a glass trembling slightly, he opened fire into the seemingly empty air before him.

The deafening gunfire riddled anything—or anyone—that might have been there. The group wasn't taking chances.

"Zz... Crocodile, it seems this place is being monitored by the police."

"Zz... We need to hurry; there are detectives nearby."

The first team secured the lower floors, while others advanced upward, eliminating anyone in their path.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Aaaaahhh!!!"

Boom!

Crocodile turned toward the second floor, where two of his men had been slammed against a wall by an explosion.

"Zz... Team one, seal the exits. Burn everything to the ground."

Amid this dangerous and chaotic mission, Crocodile requested reinforcements, activating specialized operatives who would step in only if absolutely necessary.

The situation called for help now.

"FBI agents! Drop your weapons!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Crocodile grabbed the woman, who seemed to have lost all will to resist, and said coldly:

"You picked the wrong fight. The boss wants to see you personally."

"How did you know?" she whispered.

"The Sons of Anarchy know everything."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As the police closed in, multiple explosions rocked the building, creating chaos. Crocodile carried the woman, known as Pink Sneakers, out of the inferno.

...

Minutes later, the site of the shootout swarmed with police officers.

"Is it done? Perfect. Clean everything up and give the boys some time off with their families."

Dante received good news that night. The operation had gone as planned; the culprits behind his problems had been dealt with.

Not only was the woman captured, but her accomplices had been eliminated—a victory for Dante.

Now, it was time to move on to the next phase of his mission.

...

Dante was a man of action, not passivity. He understood that protecting his family was more than just precautionary; it was a duty of utmost importance. In a world filled with uncertainties, relying on the outdated measures his father once used wasn't enough. Dante resolved to take control with precision.

Upon arriving in New York, Dante began the process of establishing his own private security company. It was not a spur-of-the-moment decision but a calculated strategy to ensure that those tasked with protecting his family would embody loyalty and efficiency.

Moreover, it provided a legal justification for the armed personnel surrounding him.

For Dante, bodyguards weren't just contractors. They needed to be much more—trained soldiers capable of neutralizing unseen threats.

He oversaw every detail, from choosing a name that conveyed authority and trust to rigorously testing candidates on physical skills, foresight, and decisive action.

He left no stone unturned. Consulting lawyers ensured the company complied with every legal requirement. He researched cutting-edge surveillance and communication technologies, equipping his team with the best tools. He even designed personalized protocols for his family, including escape routes, safe meeting points, and contingency plans for any scenario.

As he signed the final registration papers, Dante felt a rare sense of relief. This wasn't just about protecting lives; it was about building a legacy—a fortress of security that ensured his family could live without fear.

From that moment, he knew his vision was in the hands of professionals under his constant supervision. For Dante, this wasn't merely a business venture; it was a promise fulfilled.

"Now I can finally enjoy some peace when I return to the ranch," Dante murmured with a calm gaze, as though he wasn't the same demon who had just ordered an entire gang to be wiped out.