《Cursed code》 Chapter 1:The omerta curse Chapter 1: The Omert¨¤ Curse Water dripped from the rusted ceiling, the slow, rhythmic sound echoing through the dimly lit warehouse. A single flickering bulb cast long shadows over the men in sharp suits, their polished leather shoes stepping through pools of blood. In the center of the room, a man knelt, his body battered, his wrists bound tight with thick ropes. His face, barely recognizable under the bruises, lifted weakly. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he coughed, his breath ragged. "P-please..." he managed to whisper. Tony Luciano, the head of the infamous Luciano Family, rolled up the sleeves of his thousand-dollar suit, his cold blue eyes gleaming with amusement. He crouched down, gripping the beaten man''s chin roughly, forcing him to look up. "Please?" Tony chuckled. "You really think you can beg your way out of this, Nico Valerio?" Nico flinched as Tony''s fist crashed into his ribs. He gasped, but there was no air left in his lungs to scream. The suited men around them smirked, watching their boss enjoy himself. Tony straightened up, exhaling in mock disappointment. "Well, gentlemen, looks like we¡¯ve got ourselves a baked Nico." His voice turned ice-cold. "Omert¨¤." The word alone sent a chill through the room. Suddenly, Nico''s body seized. His muscles contorted unnaturally, veins bulging black as if something was crawling beneath his skin. He let out a guttural scream as his eyes rolled back, his body convulsing. Tony smirked, watching with sick satisfaction. This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it "Put him in the basement," he ordered, adjusting his cuffs. "Let¡¯s see how long he lasts." The guards nodded. "Yes, sir." --- Amsterdam, Netherlands. The rain fell steadily, pattering against the caf¨¦ window. The air smelled of fresh coffee and wet pavement. A man sat alone at a corner table, his face obscured by a hood. Steam curled from his cup of tea as he slowly sipped, watching the world pass by outside. The TV above the counter flickered with the evening news. "Crime rates have surged worldwide, with New Avalon seeing a 40.5% increase in violent crimes. Citizens are urged to remain vigilant as organized crime continues to tighten its grip..." Dante Valerio took another sip, unfazed. The world had always been rotten. Nothing new. Then his phone rang. He glanced at the screen before answering. "Yeah?" "Dante... it''s Nico." The voice on the other end was strained, shaking. "He''s dead." Dante¡¯s grip tightened around the phone. "What?" "The Luciano Family. They got him. He was mixed up with the Nostra Gang... tried to go after them, but¡ª" "I don¡¯t give a shit what he tried to do," Dante interrupted, his voice eerily calm. "He''s dead?" Silence. Then a quiet, "Yeah." Dante exhaled through his nose. His free hand clenched into a fist, nails digging into his palm. "Come back, Dante. We need you." Dante hung up without another word. He set the phone down, staring into his tea. The rain outside blurred the neon lights of the city, reflecting off the streets like a dream dissolving into reality. --- Meanwhile, in New Avalon... Silvano Vanetti leaned back in his leather chair, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. Across from him, a man from the Rossi Cartel swirled whiskey in a crystal glass. "So?" Silvano asked. "Is the Costra Gang dealt with?" The Rossi enforcer smirked. "Yeah. Luciano wiped them out. Not a single one left breathing." Silvano exhaled slowly, satisfied. "Good. Now that those pests are gone, we can move our product through the city without interference. The other families won¡¯t dare fuck with us now." The Rossi enforcer chuckled, raising his glass. "To business." They clinked glasses, sealing another bloodstained deal. --- Back in Amsterdam, Dante sat in silence. His thoughts drifted to his past¡ªhis mother, father, little sister... all gone. All because of the Luciano Family. And now Nico had joined them. The Omert¨¤ Curse wasn¡¯t just a word. It was real. It was powerful. And it had just taken another piece of his world. Dante cracked his knuckles. "Tch... those motherfuckers." He pushed back his chair, standing up. His reflection in the rain-streaked window showed something he hadn¡¯t seen in years¡ªthe cold, ruthless hitman he used to be. New Avalon was calling him back. And this time, he wasn¡¯t leaving until every last one of them was dead. CHAPTER 2:THE RETURN OF CAPO DEI CAPI The morning sun cast a golden glow over New Avalon, but the peace was a lie. The city was alive with chaos. Two rival gangs clashed in the streets, fists and weapons flying, trying to claim territory. Blood stained the pavement, and the distant wail of sirens was ignored¡ªno cop dared step into this warzone. In the middle of it all, a man strolled through the wreckage. Thick white hair, sharp red eyes¡ªDante Valerio moved like a ghost from the past. The gangsters didn''t notice him at first, too caught up in their fight. But one man did. Ricardo "Boomer" Reyes, a lean, tattooed thug with a cigarette hanging from his lips, was busy robbing a couple when a hand grabbed him by the collar. Before he could react, a fist smashed into his jaw. He stumbled back, dazed. "What the fuck¡ª?" Reyes blinked, looking up. Recognition hit him like a bullet. "Dante?" Another punch. This one harder. Reyes hit the ground, coughing. "You motherfucker..." Dante muttered, his voice quiet, dangerous. "Stealing from nobodies now? You used to have standards." Reyes wiped the blood from his mouth and laughed weakly. "Man, we used to do worse shit together. What¡¯s the problem?" A boot pressed against his chest. "I changed. You didn¡¯t." Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Before anything else could happen, a presence loomed over them. Heavy boots stopped inches from Reyes¡¯ head. Dante looked up to see Oliver Rock, leader of the Rock Gang, a mountain of muscle with a scar running down his temple. His men surrounded them, weapons drawn. Oliver smirked. "Bad move, old legend. You should¡¯ve stayed gone." Dante didn¡¯t reply. He simply let go of Reyes and turned his gaze toward Oliver. No fear. No hesitation. Just the cold, detached look of a man who had seen death too many times to be afraid of it. Oliver raised his knife. "You¡¯re done." The moment his wrist twitched, Dante moved. Faster than a blink, he grabbed Oliver¡¯s arm, twisted it, and snapped the bone with a sickening crack. The gang leader howled in agony, but Dante was already on the next target. A roundhouse kick sent one thug flying into a pile of trash cans. Another tried to stab him¡ªDante dodged effortlessly and drove his elbow into the attacker¡¯s throat. The man crumpled, gasping for air. Gunshots rang out. The street turned into a war zone. Reyes scrambled to his feet. "Oh, fuck this!" He pulled a pistol and started firing back. More gang members poured in, hundreds of them swarming the area. It was a full-blown massacre now. And then, from the rooftops, a sniper rifle cracked. One shot, one kill. Elias "Doc" Moreno¡¯s voice crackled through a radio. "Dante, welcome back to the hood." Kaito "Shadow" Tanaka emerged from an alley, twin blades glinting as he slashed through enemies with inhuman speed. Carlo Costello swung a baseball bat, breaking skulls like glass. Vincent "Ace" Moretti tossed a grenade into a crowd and grinned at the explosion. Andrew de Sanchez and Joe "Scar" Gallo moved like ghosts, cutting down anyone in their path. Dante stood in the eye of the storm, unfazed. He exhaled slowly, surveying the battlefield. He had been away too long. The five families thought they ran this city. Thought they had buried the past. Thought he was done. They were wrong. Dante cracked his knuckles and whispered to himself, "I¡¯m coming for all of you."