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🕑 Added 2025-04-28 07:56:21 +0000 UTCWind in the Smoke
Chapter 185 - Dante’s Decision
"Is Mr. Wick still alive?" Dante was feeling a deep sense of intrigue upon learning that a legendary assassin was being hunted by the Continental.
He still hadn’t forgotten the time when a Continental member had made him an enemy, which was why he wanted to change the rules of the game this time.
"Yes, he’s being hunted by the entire organization."
Dante thought for a moment and then said, "Alright, then have our people provide him with resources. If he survives, we could help him hide from his pursuers."
It was much more beneficial for Dante to save this assassin than to make him an enemy. He didn’t know if John had another blood-signed favor, but it didn’t matter.
Fear was the least of his concerns now. John was far too complicated to hunt down, and Dante was already dealing with numerous problems with rival gangs.
"We’ll take care of it."
Once Cocodrilo left, Ghost and Tommy entered the apartment where Dante was staying.
"It looks like you’ve made a decision, so tell me, what did you decide?" Dante was already familiar with their proposal, so he wanted to know what these mafia friends would ultimately choose.
"I want to become a politician under your blessing, of course," said Ghost. He had given up on the idea of holding the whole world in his hands. Now that he had finally gotten Angela back, he wanted to fight for her by following a path clean of crime.
Dante understood what Ghost wanted, so he turned to Tommy and asked, "What about you?"
"If you can make me the king of this country, of course I’ll work for you."
"Good, then we have a deal." Dante stood up, poured two drinks, and said, "Now that we’ve driven out the Serbians, I’ll hand over the entire coke business of two cities to you. I’ll see what you’re capable of, of course, my men will do whatever you tell them."
"Good, that sounds great." Tommy wanted to be the king of New York, but with Dante still on the streets, that youthful dream was impossible.
However, if he treated Dante as the distributor of his product, things could work out well for Tommy.
"Alright, boss, who do we need to crush?"
Dante walked over to the kitchen, where there was a whiteboard, and said, "The Mexicans, of course, are a problem. But I’ll leave that to Felipe Lobos. You, on the other hand, must bury the criminal gangs that are attacking our warehouses."
"Are they a serious problem?"
"No, I just want you to know exactly where to strike hard to wipe them out. As a great boss now, I don't want you exposing yourself. Also, you won’t be using drugs anymore— that’s over for you. I need you clean. Do that, and you’ll become whatever you want to be."
Dante was tired of all of this. You could say SAMCRO had gotten completely out of hand.
Now he was dealing with countries, selling drugs and weapons across every continent.
It was truly a disaster he wanted to calm down little by little — but above all, he didn’t want to set foot in a city ever again.
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In Montana, a private plane landed at the airport, and Susie was waiting for Dante with a discreet group of bodyguards.
Although Dante had prepared light clothing, it still wasn’t fresh enough. Wearing a fitted suit for special formalities in Montana was a silent torture.
Fortunately, Susie had come prepared.
When she received the call that Dante was coming back, she had prepared some fresh clothes for him; otherwise, it would definitely have been torture to drive in this heat.
Seeing Susie outside the airport, Dante smiled and waved at her.
In fact, he had regretted several times taking his business so far, but at the same time, the strength he had gained would serve to keep his family safe.
Now, however, everything was getting better. As long as he fulfilled his side of the deal, the government wouldn’t chase him.
"Have you resolved everything?"
Susie asked simply.
"Everything is in my hands now. There will be no need to leave Montana," Dante replied.
He didn’t want to leave again.
His businesses had been automated so that anyone in the organization with shared interests could manage every sales process.
Perhaps that’s why no one had shown any interest in being the leader — a position that only Dante could hold, who was, in simple words, a savior for thousands of families.
"The drug sales will start to decline. We’ll have to take out a lot of home cooks, but it’s a price we must pay to teach people they shouldn’t sell drugs." Dante wanted to clean up the country, and he had made a firm decision about it.
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