It was as though that text was haunting him. The first thing he could deduce was that this threat was outside of his gang operations. For that he felt a mild relief but remembering that this was still a threat regardless, to him and his family angered him."I got the same letter today, sir. It was hidden in a jewellery box. This person or people sent a chrysanthemums brooch as a symbol of death. I have sent the contents of the box to a lab to be dusted for prints and fingerprints tracked. Also, we will track the sales journey of the jewellery. I wanted to here back from the lab before moving forward."The Chairman kept nodding his head throughout Aiden's speech, his face devoid of emotions. It had always been hard to get a reaction out of Revenmar but Aiden knew well enough that the man was irked. The Chairman knew of an organization who's secret operation was The Chrysanthemums Operation- The death. At every murder or induced accident scene, they left the flower as a symbol that the
In their hideout, Aiden's men gathered round a long rectangular table. Here the floor plan for the club was splayed out with the underground tunnels interlinking highlighted in red. From the plan, the tunnels ran under several business houses and the major tunnels led underneath a textile packaging company. Mingli had been put on guard duty by applying to work at the factory so he could root out the people that worked for Black Lagoon.Eduard had sent a couple of his men down the basement of the club and there they found a completely different living space as compared to above griund. The basement looked like a living quarters with partitions to create several smaller rooms. At the far end of the room were stacks of wooden crates containing ammunition, some were empty and broken. Apparently during the fight Aiden had with the goons, the basement had been raided and some of the valuables moved using the tunnels. His men had also seen holding cells where those bastards had kept their gi
In another part of the world, the Black Lagoon was set to fight another territory war.It was dark and cold in the back alleys of Venezuela as the formidable Nightshade gang prepared for a battle with their rivals, the ruthless Black Lagoon gang. Tensions had been brewing for weeks as both sides were fighting for dominance over the district's illegal gambling and drug trafficking operations. The air was thick with the stench of garbage and the faint sound of footsteps echoed through the narrow passageways, as members of the Nightshade gang, draped in black leather jackets and brandishing their classic Tommy Guns, made their way to their designated area.Their leader, Tony, was a true epitome of the mafioso; tall, dark, and imposing, with deep-set eyes, a chiseled jawline, and a thick Italian accent. It was clear he meant business and that he would not back down against the Lagoon. He surveyed his troops, sizing them up, ensuring all the assigned positions were in place and everyone ha
In the heart of the city, where darkness consumed the alleys, stood the Naitatu gang's hideout—a derelict warehouse covered in graffiti and hidden from the world's prying eyes. Chen, Hendrick, Hector, Kyungja, Nicki, and the other members were gathered there that night, laughing and making plans for their territory war and also undergoing rigorous trainings. Little did they know that their haven would soon turn into a battleground.As the clock struck midnight, a lone figure staggered into the dimly lit warehouse. Blood dripped from his wounds, leaving a macabre trail behind him. It was one of their own, but he could hardly be recognized in his battered state. He gasped for breath, desperately trying to convey a warning before collapsing to the floor, unconscious.Chen, the second-in-command, rushed to his side. "Get a medic! Quickly!" he barked, his voice laced with concern. Panic spread like wildfire as the gang members realized the gravity of the situation. They were under attack,
Two days earlierAiden watched as Hector walked towards their table, carrying two shot glasses leading a bevvy of ladies, each with expensive wine bottles. "Boss! The manager was very benevolent. He heard who was visiting his blog, and he decided to entertain us with these beautiful ladies!" When he saw Aiden's expression of disapproval, he amended,"I did my research. These ladies work here voluntarily. The pay is very fair also. They get the worth of their work, not a penny less."Aiden visibly relaxed. He could say he believed strongly in the fair treatment of women. Also, every woman deserved respect regardless. He had eyes on two ladies. They were draped in skin-tight, neutral, coloured dresses that accentuated their body figure. The colours did well to complement their skin, and even under the dim light of the club, they looked ravishingly beautiful. He made a mental note to tip them and also the manager for his careful selection. Nodding his approval to Hector, who then usher
Aiden liked the sound of that and thanks to his system, he was still very much sober. He wouldn't have denied the ladies even otherwise. Immediately nodding his consent, he made his way with the ladies towards the club's entrance. Hope pulled on his arm to notify him that they had to clock off so they could leave with him. The manager came out to thank him personally for visiting. "Where's my henchman?" He asked the manager. "Well, sir Christian, he is in one of our happy rooms. The cameras will keep track of him sir." The manager said, unknowingly providing Aiden with an answer he needed.'Of course they would have cameras. It is only wise I take them elsewhere so we could have the conversation uninterrupted and without fear of infiltration or eavesdropping.'"Well, I'll be taking these beautiful ladies home. They'll be back by morning with my driver, clean and spotless."The manager guffawed even though Aiden knew what he said wasn't funny. "Go, go now. Do come again sir. We value
Present DayHendrick walked towards the car where Aiden was waiting just outside the warehouse. The metallic taste of blood lingered in the air, but it was faint. The blood had not been there long but the metallic taste still lingered on Hendrick's tongue. "Boss!" He said bowing his head while waiting for his boss to roll down the window. Aiden saw him and did so. "Progress?""Yes sir. Their leader escaped without a trace. According to the men we captured, he isn't the top boss. More like a lackey like them but on a higher level.""And the main Boss? Anything about him? None yet sir, only one of them has ever seen the big Boss but he is currently unconscious".Aiden sighed, leaning back into his seat. "Damn. We're running out of time, Hendrick. The boss needs to be found, and he needs to be brought to me alive."Hendrick nodded, understanding the seriousness of the situation. "We will do everything we can, sir. We have our best men on it.""Good," Aiden said, running a hand through
Athena jogged down her apartment block. She always loved her early morning runs and it had become a ritual for her. Nothing interrupts her jog. This was the only time of the day where she could hear the birds and feel the cool, clean air on her skin. Her friend Layla always joked saying she was predictable. The only thing to avoid being kidnapped was to change routes every time. Her train of thoughts. Her mind wandered to her friend Layla. Her husband had been demoted at work just like she had asked Aiden. Not like the bastard didn't deserve it. He had been misdirection company's funds albeit in smaller amounts. 'That still doesn't justify stealing.' She shook her head pausing to take a drink from her bottle hung on her waist. The bottle was black with a glossy look and feel. Her outfits always matched her bottles. Today, she was wearing a breathable cotton gymwear which looked like faux leather.Layla looked better in recent times. It was as though a cloud had been lifted off her