Blood Oath

hind, had tried to erase the memories of bloodshed and violence. But the Mafia didn't let yo

g to sound firm, but his voice be

s eyes glinting with disappointment. "

arting between Jack and Donatello. He k

nger rising. "I gave you my loyalt

, a menacing whisper. "You gave us you

ck knew he was trapped, knew he had no choice. He would have t

word tasting bitter on

d smile spreading across his face. "I knew I co

ckery. He had no honor, not anymore. He was a kill

rms. Jack left the warehouse, the sunlight feeling like a slap in

ng with strategies and counter-attacks. So

ong?" she asked,

g to reassure her. "Nothin

yes. She knew he was going back in, knew he

n't push, knew she understood the unspoken rules. He returned to his espr

g outside. Jack's thoughts drifted to Victor Conti, to the ruthless ambition burni

m Marco: "Meet me at the old wa

This was a solo mission, a test of his loyalty and skill.

nerves hummed, a live wire sparking with anticipation

and shattered dreams. Jack approached cautiously, his eyes scanning the

" Marco said,

m light within. The warehouse was a maze of

ck asked, his voice b

nd intel. "Conti's operation is based in the docks.

d racing with strategies. He knew the dock

exchange," Jack sa

mile on his lips. "I knew I

ion. Jack felt the familiar rush of

he doing this for the family, or for himself? Was h

entity that wrapped itself around his soul. Jack's thoughts were a

shiver down Jack's spine. "You know what's at stake here, Jac

unspoken truth. This was about power, about control. The Morano family's grip on the

ike a damp shroud. He knew he had to focus, had to push aside his doubt

ork," Jack said

s. "I knew I could count on you, Jack. You

had taken down men before, had ended lives with a si

's nerves hummed, a live wire sparking with anticipation. H

would keep them connected during the mission. J

ime to g

hind, had tried to erase the memories of bloodshed and violence. But the Mafia didn't let yo

g to sound firm, but his voice be

s eyes glinting with disappointment. "

arting between Jack and Donatello. He k

nger rising. "I gave you my loyalt

, a menacing whisper. "You gave us you

ck knew he was trapped, knew he had no choice. He would have t

word tasting bitter on

d smile spreading across his face. "I knew I co

ckery. He had no honor, not anymore. He was a kill

rms. Jack left the warehouse, the sunlight feeling like a slap in

ng with strategies and counter-attacks. So

ong?" she asked,

g to reassure her. "Nothin

yes. She knew he was going back in, knew he

n't push, knew she understood the unspoken rules. He returned to his espr

g outside. Jack's thoughts drifted to Victor Conti, to the ruthless ambition burni

m Marco: "Meet me at the old wa

This was a solo mission, a test of his loyalty and skill.

nerves hummed, a live wire sparking with anticipation

and shattered dreams. Jack approached cautiously, his eyes scanning the

" Marco said,

m light within. The warehouse was a maze of

ck asked, his voice b

nd intel. "Conti's operation is based in the docks.

d racing with strategies. He knew the dock

exchange," Jack sa

mile on his lips. "I knew I

ion. Jack felt the familiar rush of

he doing this for the family, or for himself? Was h

entity that wrapped itself around his soul. Jack's thoughts were a

shiver down Jack's spine. "You know what's at stake here, Jac

unspoken truth. This was about power, about control. The Morano family's grip on the

ike a damp shroud. He knew he had to focus, had to push aside his doubt

ork," Jack said

s. "I knew I could count on you, Jack. You

had taken down men before, had ended lives with a si

's nerves hummed, a live wire sparking with anticipation. H

would keep them connected during the mission. J

ime to g