All Chapters of Dance with the Devil: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

'You can't keep me caged, Romero. I am free.'The words rang in my ears again through murk followed by a masculine scream. The scream made my otherwise stiff body jerk. The outcry wasn't ear piercing or traumatizing but laced with despair and longing. A scream enveloped in covers of obscurity echoes from afar. A scream, begging for one last chance.

RussiaThe smoke of expensive cigar fogs the entire room. Even when it clogs the throats of four men, none of them dared to open their mouths in protest. The moment they entered the study of the greatest Mafia boss, they made sure to leave all rationality behind. No one comes here to open their mouth or judge the ice-cold man sitting behind the giant desk. All they have to do is bow their heads, answer what's questioned and follow the orders religiously. One mistake can cost them a bullet on the forehead within a fraction of seconds.The four bulky men stood taunt at a good level of 6ft with their backs straight and wearing black suits. Their frosted eyes rested on the grey carpet under their feet. Sweat beads dripped from their forehead as the Godfather of the underworld, Svetozar Volkov barked orders in Russian. Even

RussiaThe silence was thick in the air, chocking the throats of men like a poisonous serpent. The entire room was dark except for a bulb hanging from the ceiling at the centre of a round table. Don Volkov dragged his cigar and released the puff of smoke in the air. His eyes were distant, lost in thoughts. A gun rested in his palm. Bloody spots decorated his coat and right side of the face. Ricardo was sitting at his left, looking unfazed of what happened a few seconds ago. He rubbed his eyebrow in irritation. Just because of Don's presence he was here, otherwise, the man has no interest in registering this show of power and cleaning the mess. His eyes jumped on Roosevelt. Chief of team alpha. The