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
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 raised his arms up as he slowly walked out of the car. It didn't take him very long to understand what had just happened here, he had been set-up. It seemed that all that time that the driver had been staring at him while he was in the car, he was accessing him to see if he was wealthy, and thus, a notable victim. There were four assailants in front of him, two of them had a gun in their hand, with one pointing the gun directly at his face. While the other two didn't have guns, they did have knives on them. Lloyd would spot the driver lounging casually on one of the buildings in the alleyway. His head was slightly bowed down, and he showed a relative lack of interest in the robbery that was currently ensuing. It was as if he just wanted the robbery to be over with, so he could leave the area immediately. Lloyd sighed at the current situation he currently found himself in. Not even an hour since he returned to Hilburg, and he was already suffering the consequence
Simon Harland stepped in front of the line of young men with a smile on his face.Attempting to analyze him, everyone had their eyes on him.Who was this unfortunate and unremarkable man who had chosen to be stuck with Lisa Francis.Mia remained in the corner of the hall room, glancing at the man who had just won her hand in marriage.Lisa was one of these people who attempted to analyze Simon.He was a very conventionally handsome man… a lot younger than she expected, Tall, dark hair, and in a perfect black suit.Lisa was frankly glad it was him and not an unattractive older man.But she still felt uncomfortable, I mean, did she really deserve a man as handsome as Simon in her current state?“Don't be rude Mia, go meet the man you'll spend your remaining… however long you have left, with” beckoned, Eleanor, scoffing.At this point, the other suitors had left the hall room, and Timothy looked on as Mia slowly rolled her wheelchair towards him.Lisa let out plenty of heavy coughs, caus
"Are you sure it's him boss" asked Ivan, his face held some doubt."Without a doubt" replied Lloyd.Lloyd couldn't believe that he had not recognized him, probably due to how beat up and decrepit he looked.He didn't know if he should consider this his lucky day, or one of the most unfortunate days of his life.One of the many goals he had when he came back to this city was reuniting with his old friend group, and Jacob was one of them.This was probably fate that had brought Jacob right to him, despite how unfortunate the situation was.He knew that the next logical step would be to find Jacob once again, link up with him, and then use him to gain as much information on the events that had transpired in Hilburg since his departure.But he knew that finding Jacob in a dangerous city like Hilburg wouldn't be easy at all.Despite having the man's ID with an address on the front, Lloyd knew that this didn't mean anything.Judging by the way Jacob looked in his ID photograph, he was much
"Was it truly necessary?, I mean, you could have just used chloroform" asked Ivan, as he stood over, Lisa's unconscious body."There wasn't enough time for that, besides, I made sure she didn't feel anything" assured, Llyod.As the protégé to Eric Weissman, Lloyd had mastered the art of "silent subjugation", granting him the ability to knock almost anyone out via pressure points at the back of their neck.The recipient felt no pain, and there was no permanent damage.But why exactly did Lloyd knock out his new wife?The answer to that question lay behind the underground facility Ivan was currently driving into.He couldn't risk her waking up and seeing the location of this facility, as it would put her life in danger.Ever since Lloyd saw Lisa in her current condition, stricken with cancer because she saved his life, he was stricken with grief.The only thing that caused him more pain was death of his family.So since then, he knew that his next mission would be to fix this mistake.A
"boss... Boss... Please calm yourself" whispered Ivan, as placed a gentle hand on his Boss's shoulder.Lloyd on the other hand had been zoned out for several moments after he saw the man in front of him.His kinds were filled with memories of that night, over a decade ago, when his family was killed, and now the culprit was here in front of him.That night he never saw the bastards face, so he never had anything to go off, but now that had changed.Lloyd soon released his clenched fist, and took a deep breath, he would have to control his bloodlust for now."Who the hell are you?" asked the man with the dragon tattoo, suspicious of Lloyd and Ivan."Oh, sorry I haven't introduced myself, my name is Simon Harland, this is my friend Ivan" replied Lloyd."How exactly do you know my nephew?" He asked, still suspicious.Both Ivan and Lloyd would heavily suppress their gasp.Did he just say that Jacob was his nephew?"I was the one who brought him here after he overdosed" explained Lloyd, ca
"I won't tell you a damn thing" said Carmen, still trying to be deviant. Lloyd would laugh manically at this defiance. "Oooh what a wonderful response, you have no idea how much I wished you would struggle" remarked Lloyd, as he turned to Ivan. "Did you bring the kit?" He asked. Ivan nodded, and set down the backpack he had been carrying all this while. Lloyd would opening it, revealing that it contained scalpels, razors, burning salts, and other unspeakable horrors. "Y'know, while the position of Mother confessor belongs to the crimson duchess, I am not too shabby with confessions myself" joked Lloyd, as he pulled out a blade. Camren began quivering violently, horrified at what was going to happen to him. "Hold him down Ivan, cause it's about to get messy" said Lloyd with a satisfied smile. For the next 30 minutes, Camren would feel more pain than time than in his entire life combined. Dean had completely broken his will, and he was now ready to say anything just t
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