Thieves Stole A Blind Girl’s Guide Dog—Until The Mafia Boss Arrived And Made Them Regret It

The silence that followed was heavy and suffocating, broken only by the frantic barking of the caged dogs.

Silas's men didn't hesitate. They took one look at the laser sights painting their chests and dropped their weapons, kicking them away across the blood-stained concrete floor. They were thugs, not soldiers. They weren't going to die for a stolen shipment.

Silas, however, was cornered, and a cornered rat is always dangerous.

He backed away slowly toward the loading dock, raising his handgun, aiming it erratically at the wall of syndicate enforcers.

"Stay back, Rossi!" Silas screamed, his voice cracking with panic. "You think you can just walk into my operation? I have cartel backing!"

Gabriel didn't even flinch. He walked slowly forward, his gun lowered to his side, his dark eyes locked onto Silas with a terrifying, absolute calm.

"Your cartel friends are thousands of miles away, Silas," Gabriel said softly, his voice carrying clearly over the noise. "I am standing right here."

Gabriel gestured to his men. "Secure the cages. Find the dog."

Two enforcers moved toward the back of the warehouse.

"Don't touch my merchandise!" Silas yelled, aiming his gun at the closest enforcer.

Gabriel moved with blinding speed. He didn't fire his weapon. He threw a heavy, titanium combat knife he had palmed in his left hand. The blade spun through the air, sinking deeply into Silas's right shoulder.

Silas shrieked in agony, dropping his gun as the impact spun him around and dropped him to his knees on the filthy concrete.

Gabriel walked up to him, his expensive leather shoes crunching on the broken glass. He looked down at the bleeding man with pure, unadulterated disgust.

"Boss!" one of the enforcers called out from the back. "We found him. But he's highly aggressive. We can't get close to the cage."

Gabriel turned his gaze away from Silas and walked toward the back of the facility.

Through the dim lighting, he saw the heavy steel cage. Brutus was throwing himself against the bars, roaring with a ferocity that made even Gabriel's hardened hitmen step back in fear. The dog's face was battered, his thick fur matted with dried blood, but his amber eyes burned with an unbreakable, noble fury.