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The blaring of guns at the mansion had the mafias head spinning but at that moment he had to think fast, his woman was in danger and the house had been surrounded, which was supposed to be almost impossible knowing the security precautions in this house Why didn't the alarm sound off? It was suspicious even at the warehouse he found out that the alarm didn't go off before the intruders attacked And now they dared attack his home? Marching up the stairs of the mansion, with the mafia never missing a precise headshot before, he barreled into the Mansion shooting down unknown, faces at every block who held up a mask Even with only his shorts and no bulletproof vest he was still a force to be reckoned with. He could hear struggles coming from the upper floor, looking up to the stairs