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Chapter 1
Emilio
Igrippedthewheeltightly as the roar of gunfire echoed off the buildings, raining bullets down on my black 2022 Bugatti La Voiture Noire. However, there was no damage left behind because it was bulletproof.
The chaos was palpable, but it was a situation I had been in before, more times than I cared for. Although my day job was CEO of Royalty Rentals, I, Emilio Fiore, was, after all, a scion of one of the most successful mafia families by blood.
My fingers danced across the steering wheel, the vehicle responding smoothly to my every touch. The car I drove was no ordinary luxury sportscar.
It was a marvel of engineering inspired by James Bond, equipped with state-of-the-art technology and custom modifications designed to outmaneuver even the most determined pursuers.
The Mancini gang was relentless, a formidable force in their own right, though they couldn't compare to the Fiore family. The feud with the Mancini gang wasn't just about power; it was rooted in betrayal that had festered over time, which fueled a rivalry stretching back to when I was a child.
I couldn't fault the Mancinis for their anger. The animosity was all because of my father. I didn't possess the complete narrative of the betrayal, but I had overheard a conversation between my father and uncle one day, enough to know that my father was at the heart of this enmity. I was not surprised.
I knew firsthand just what kind of man my father, Mathias Fiore, was; while he was my blood, he was no hero.
It was frustrating to be tangled in this web of hatred due to circumstances not of my own making. I didn't care for this feud, for the bitterness it carried. Yet, because we were his sons, my older brother and I became prime targets in their vendetta. It was ridiculous.
Although I couldn't hold the Mancinis solely responsible, I refused to be a sacrificial lamb to atone for my father's actions. My mind raced as I deftly navigated the streets, weaving in and out of traffic. The adrenaline surged through my veins, heightening my senses and sharpening my reflexes.
The street erupted with gunfire, the sharp cracks of bullets filling the air. I could see the flashes of the muzzle from the pursuing vehicles.
Bullets pierced my back-left tire. I quickly hit another button on my car panel, and the tire instantly inflated.
“Let’s see how they like this,” I couldn’t stop from grinning as I flipped the switch on the steering wheel with my right thumb. Fifty sharp, two-inch spikes were released from the back bumper, with two sensor grenades that activated once a vehicle drove near them.
The car directly behind me exploded, lifting at least 10 ft in the air before crashing down on the other vehicle behind it.
Instinctively, I accelerated, pushing the car to its limits. As I skillfully maneuvered through a sharp turn, the streets became a blur of lights, momentarily leaving the Mancini gang disoriented.
Amidst the chaos, pedestrians screamed and scattered, desperately trying to escape the line of fire. Innocent drivers in their cars honked frantically, swerving left and right in a panic, the terror of the situation evident on their faces.
I accessed my car's advanced communication system, alerting my second-in-command and coordinating my escape.
Royalty Rentals was merely a façade, a legitimate business I had carefully crafted to cover my true operations. Dealing with luxury cars was indeed a legitimate venture that had propelled me into billionaire status, yet it wasn’t where my true purpose lay.
My vehicles were more than luxurious. However, the general public remained blissfully unaware of this. The special vehicles with their hidden modifications were my private project, known only to a select few—my trusted men and a handful of workers who had proven their loyalty.
The pursuit intensified with the rival gang closing in. I could hear the engines roaring behind me, their menacing presence a reminder of the stakes at play. It was a game of power, a contest of wills, and I had no intention of losing.
Another hail of bullets erupted, the sharp staccato of gunfire shattering a shopfront window. The pursuit continued, the tension escalating with every passing moment.
I made a split-second decision, utilizing a hidden mechanism to deploy a smokescreen. Thick, billowing clouds enveloped the pursuing vehicles, obscuring their vision and buying me a few precious seconds.
I seized the opportunity to take an unexpected route, relying on the advanced GPS and the map displayed on the screen in my car.
Entering a concealed path hidden behind a seemingly innocuous storefront, known only to a select few, I traversed through the narrow back alley. With a few taps on the control panel, I activated the vehicle’s holographic feature.
This feature scans every vehicle within a 100-yard radius and temporarily produces a hologram of any vehicle of my choosing. This hologram replaces my car's exterior with such realism no pursuer can tell the difference from any other car on the street.
The sleek sports car disappeared, replaced by a typical sedan with a different color and license plate. The lights dimmed, and any distinctive features disappeared, rendering the car unrecognizable. If my life weren’t at stake, I would be exhilarated to test my vehicle’s ability in the field.
I exited the hidden passage through another camouflaged front and slipped onto a narrow road that joined the traffic on a main street.
The transformation was complete. I was now driving just another vehicle on the busy city streets, lost in the sea of cars.
My pursuers, no longer able to identify me, were left bewildered and unable to continue the chase.
