I watched, from the tiny window of my closest, as my father, Anthony Bishop, stared down the barrel of gun, a look of pure defiance on his face.On the floor was my uncle Marcus, a man that was almost closer to me than my parents.He was killed earlier. I saw the man with the dragon tattoo smile wickedly, as he asked him “Any last words”“Run Lloyd, Run” were the last words my father spoke, as I burst out of the closet, running towards him.“NO!, DAD!” we're the last thing I said before the man pulled the trigger, and instantly, I was awoken from my nightmare.I placed a weary hand on my head as I panted heavily, my body drenched in sweat.I've had this recurring nightmare for the last 15 years, ever since I witnessed my family's massacre.Likewise, I always wondered what would have happened if I had tried to save my father that day, would it have made any difference?My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing.“Yes” I answered.“We found her Boss” said a voice on
Lloyd’s eyes narrowed, but his expression remained composed “We can still settle this, Don, you’re a businessman... let’s not turn this into bloodshed”Carlo smirked, a cruel glint in his eyes. “Your words mean nothing, ragazzo, You walk in here with arrogance, you insult me with petty bribes, and now you bargain for your life?” The barrel of a dozen guns remained locked on Lloyd and Ivan, their bodies caught in the suffocating weight of the moment.The guards stood tense, waiting for Don Carlo’s next order. His cold, disdainful gaze lingered on Lloyd as though the man before him were nothing more than a pest to be swatted.“You’ve overstayed your welcome” Don Carlo said calmly, his voice a quiet death knell “Take them to the spot, and finish there, Not here... It'll be too messy"Lloyd and Ivan didn’t resist as two guards stepped forward, guns pressing against their backs. Ivan gave Lloyd a sidelong glance, his jaw tight. Not yet... Lloyd’s slight nod was his only response.Black
The black sedan came to a stop in front of the Museo della Pizzaro, the grand Italian-styled museum housing some of the most prized possessions of the Pizzaro crime family.The marble exterior gleamed under the moonlight, and the air was thick with the weight of unspoken danger.Lloyd Bishop stepped out of the car, his black coat trailing behind him as he surveyed the area. Ivan followed, his eyes scanning every corner, his hand tucked into his jacket where a concealed weapon rested.The two men stood silently, watching the building they had been scouting for days. Guards patrolled the perimeter, their routes precise and calculated, as though every move had been rehearsed.Ivan broke the silence, his voice low but edged with doubt. “Boss, you sure about this? The place is locked down tighter than a vault”Lloyd didn’t take his eyes off the building. “We’ve done harder jobs before”Ivan let out a small huff. “You say that like we’re not two men about to walk into one of the most dang
The boutique bustled with shoppers, their voices a muted hum beneath soft background music. Lisa sifted through racks of elegant dresses, her fingers brushing against the fabrics. Though her face lit up with the occasional smile, Lloyd noticed the hesitance in her every movement, she would glance at a price tag, then quietly return the item to its place.“You like that one?” Lloyd asked, stepping closer as Lisa admired a pastel blue gown.Lisa shook her head, forcing a smile “It’s nice, but I don’t need it”“You’ve got the money, Lisa,” Lloyd said, gesturing toward the dressing rooms. “Try it on... or buy it, whatever you want”Lisa hesitated “It’s not about the money, Simon. I just… don’t want to seem wasteful.”Lloyd’s brow furrowed. “Why would anyone think that?”Lisa sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly“The first batch of funds from the Western Steel contract came in today, It’s enough to handle immediate needs, but there’s still so much to fix...""The company, my family...
Lloyd’s eyes remained glued to the name on the redacted document... Annabelle Bishop. His mother’s name stood out like a beacon amidst the sea of blacked-out text, taunting him with its presence yet offering no clarity. His mind was electrocuted.First his father had appeared in the Lancaster report from the police station break-in, and now his mother. The pieces of his past were aligning in the most unsettling ways, but the picture was still incomplete.He slammed the folder shut, his jaw tightening with frustration.“I need the full version of this report” Lloyd said, his voice sharp and commanding.Jacob flinched at the intensity in Lloyd’s tone.“Lloyd, I already told you... that’s everything Morty gave me”“Then get more!” Lloyd snapped, his frustrations mountingJacob straightened, trying to maintain his composure despite the growing tension in the room. “I can’t, Lloyd. The non-redacted version is under lock and key, and only Morty’s father, Larry flanagan, can authorize it
The Dragun Ash Club was quieter than usual, its usual raucous energy replaced by a subdued calm. Morty stepped inside, his civilian clothes blending with the shadows. He carried a thin folder in one hand, his grip tight as if he feared dropping it would undo all his efforts.The gang members inside eyed him warily but said nothing as he approached Jacob’s office.The atmosphere was thick with distrust, Morty could feel it in the way their gazes followed him, unrelenting and suspicious.He pushed open the door without knocking, finding Jacob leaning against his desk, flipping through a set of papers.“YO... WHAT THE FUCK?!” Jacob yelled angrily.“You don't EVER come in here without knocking!" Jacob cautioned.Morty nodded dryly as he closed the door behind him.Morty closed the door behind him, tossing the folder onto Jacob’s desk. “That’s because you always seem to know more than you let on, so I wanted to see if I could catch you by surprise”Jacob maintained his annoyed face as h
Morty’s voice hung in the air, heavy with accusation. “We were betrayed.”Jacob stared at him, processing the weight of the statement. The dim office seemed even darker as Morty’s words echoed in his mind.“What do you mean betrayed?” Jacob asked, his tone sharp.“I mean someone tipped off those attackers” Morty replied, crossing his arms. “The Bullhorn gang knew exactly when and where to strike, that wasn’t a coincidence... it was planned”Jacob frowned “That doesn’t make sense, you think someone on your side did this?”“Maybe” Morty said, his voice tight. “Or maybe someone on yours”The accusation hit Jacob like a punch to the gut. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “Watch what you’re saying, Morty... I don’t take kindly to being accused of stabbing anyone in the back”By the look of pure rage I'm Jacob's eyes , Morty could see that he struck an unexpected nerve in Jacob.“I didn’t say it was you” Morty responded “But let’s not pretend the Draguns are saints, for all I know, so
Time seemed to slow down as Lloyd and Ivan saw the rocket inch closer and closer their car.They had to make a split second decision right there, or it would all over.In this tension filled moment, ivan decided to do something crazy.By hitting the breaks of the car, he raised the back of the car just well enough that the rocket missed the back of the vehicle by mere inches, exploding once it hit the floor and pushing the car forward at the cost of the boot.With their souls still in their bodies, Ivan would drive the car as quickly as he possibly could out of this region of the city.They were safe onc again.Llyods mind was filled with so many questions, so he decided to step out of the car and call Jacob and ask him again."Jacob, what the hell just happened there?" Lloyd asked in anger."The Bullhorn gang boss, they're a vassal gang of the Capital M gang, and that right there was Capital M territory""And why the hell should I care?" asked Lloyd, still trying to be defiant."Caus
The gray morning sky hung low over Hilburg as Lloyd and Lisa walked side by side, their pace steady but their minds in sync as to where they were heading. Lloyd glanced at the crumpled piece of paper in Lisa’s hand, its address scribbled hastily. The area they were heading to was unfamiliar to him, but the tension in Lisa’s jawline spoke volumes.When they turned the final corner, Lloyd slowed, his eyes scanning the decrepit building before them. The structure stood defiant amidst the decay of the neighborhood, its faded sign barely legible..."Francis Legal Services" The windows were cracked, and graffiti marred the walls. Trash littered the streets, and a group of thugs loitered nearby, their sharp gazes following Lloyd and Lisa’s every move.They probably would have tried to rob them if they looked any wealthier.“This was your law firm?” Lloyd asked, his tone betraying a mix of disbelief and concern.Lisa nodded, her voice soft “It was all I could afford when I graduated law
The heavy scent of leaking gasoline mixed with burnt rubber filled the air as Lloyd’s head swam, the world outside the wrecked taxi still spinning.His body ached from the impact, but he forced himself to stay still, his sharp instincts warning him to wait before making a move.Muffled voices drifted in from outside the crumpled vehicle.“You think he’s dead?” one voice asked, nervous and shaky.“Doesn’t matter” another replied, colder and more composed. “Boss Henry didn’t say to kill him... just to teach him a lesson, that crash’ll get the message across”“Yeah, but what if we overdid it? I mean, the car flipped like three times.”There was a pause before the colder voice barked “Shut up and take the pictures, he’ll want proof”Lloyd heard the sound of a phone’s camera shutter clicking. He clenched his fists, his blood boiling as the conversation outside continued.“Henry’s gonna love this,” the colder man said with a chuckle. “Big bad Simon Harland, taken down by a couple of car th