Bruno Caesar, a thirty-five American Italian man, sat in the VIP room on the second floor at his own luxury pub which was located in a private compound outside the city. Flanked on both sides, left and right by two sexy bikini models. His face was quite long, with a slim mustache above the lips. His brown eyes were like snake eyes, filled with cunning and craftiness.

Two bodyguards wearing suits stood at the door. Inside the luxurious pub was a large area, playing contemporary disco music. The atmosphere was strange than every night. The tables and chairs were empty without customers. That was because tonight it was closed.

Bruno was waiting for something to happen. If everything was as expected, tonight he would have an important guest to visit and it should be soon. Bruno lifted his whiskey glass to drink in a cool posture.

At 9 p.m. Bruno looked at the clock as he thought that the special guest he had hoped would have arrived. But everything was still quiet. His subordinates were sporadically placed to protect the pub but not as tight as usual because he wanted the guest to get in easily. Everyone had communication devices plugged into their ears. If anything happened, Bruno would receive the report right away.

"Any sign at the door?"

Bruno turned to ask his men who were standing behind him when everything was still too quiet. Causing the bodyguards quickly to fill in the radio to communicate, asking friends on duty at the fence.

"Is there any sign?" The man asked his friend immediately but at first, nobody answered. Only a cracking sound like the communication device had a problem. Then somebody answered.

"No, still no sign."

Bruno nodded when he heard the report, standing up with two beautiful models.

"Follow the plan. If there is movement, tell me immediately. Understand?"

He ordered his subordinates before embracing the two girls and walked down the stairs to the secret underground room. There was a tunnel, the way to outside from there.

Bernardo's tall figure stood silent in the shadows outside the fence. He nodded to acknowledge when the followers signaled that Bruno's men at the door had been managed. Bernardo then gave a signal to his followers to move in quietly.

The dark eyebrows frowned slightly, feeling Bruno's defense was a bit sparse and a little loose. But Bernardo decided to keep moving into the pub. When he managed to get inside, He stopped his stepped immediately. There were no customers only music played loudly. Bernardo realized straight away that it was a trap.

"Fuck! Careful! It's a trap!"

The dark voice shouted to his men who followed. Everybody quickly jumped to hide into the shadows behind the pole. Bernardo understood that it was Bruno's strategy "lure the dragon into the cave!".

That minutes, Bruno's followers ambushed as plan, they immediately firing at them. An open fire occurred in the pub. Bernardo clenched his fist and swore maddeningly while firing to the opponents.

"Fuck!"

He cursed, couldn't forgive himself how careless to forget to think that Bruno might be prepared to welcome him like this. Bernardo hid behind the big pole, shooting at the target and never missed and wasted his bullets. His eyes saw his men got hit as well.

His handsome face was tough, his eyes were full of wrath. Normally, Bernardo did not kill if not necessary. But this time, he would have to!

The bastard Bruno determined to take his life definitely. While at first Bernardo came here just to teach the asshole good and expensive lessons, intending to suffer him instead of killing because death was too quick and too good for the bad low-moral-animal like Bruno.

The firing continued nonstop. Bernardo's brain was thinking hard while firing fast. If the dickhead Bruno had prepared like this it meant Bernardo and his men were disadvantageous. He should evade now because it was not worth taking his men to die like this.

Suddenly, the sound of the fire burst at the entrance ...

"Son of the bitch!" Bernardo cursed. This was too much. Bruno didn't care to burn his own pub down just to kill him! Fucking asshole!

"Everyone, out! Now!"

Bernardo immediately shouted to order his bodyguards. The ammunition from Bruno's men had subsided. Indicating that the arson attack was the last tactic Bruno used and they were eluding out of the pub, letting Bernardo to get burned inside! That was Bruno's plan!

"Murphy, get everyone, our injured men, take them out quick!" Bernardo commanded his close man who didn't leave his side.

"What about you, boss?" Murphy shouted back. Everyone understood the situation and obeyed, so they rushed outside.

"Don't worry about me. Help them out quick! Tyson, prepare the car waiting for me. I'll follow. "

Bernardo ordered his bodyguards through the communication device. After ordering, he moved further inside. Bernardo saw Bruno's followers ran to the back of the pub. The smoke and the flames quickly spread. Murphy hesitated but then decide to obey his boss. There were a few friends being shot. Everyone heard the boss's command and obeyed to run out. They knew their disadvantage and to save their lives was the smartest thing to do.

Murphy was outside and looked back to the front door of the pub, the blazing fire was like red monster cover the whole front. He was worried about the boss, but however, Murphy's instincts knew that the boss could take care of himself and would survive. His duty was to help his friends as his boss ordered. To let the injured friends lay burned to death, the boss would be mad and Murphy couldn't let that happen.

Bernardo turned to look at the entrance. The last henchman ran out. The fire engulfed and raged madly. Looking at it, he knew immediately that he could no longer go out that way. Also, firefighters must be informed by good citizens, including the police, probably they were on the way and would be arriving soon. He would have to find another way to get out of the burning pub.

His body felt the heat of the fire. He rushed to the bar counter, moistened his handkerchief with water and then covered it on his face. Bernardo was certain there was another way to get out of here. He saw Bruno's men ran inside and disappeared. His brain was thinking hard while his feet were running quickly to the back door which he hardly saw through the thick smoke!