Who would have thought I would ever look this handsome." Lucas admired himself in the mirror before exiting the room and made his way to the usual spot where he would meet the whole family of gangsters.
Lucas walked down the dimly lit hallway, and with every step he took he glanced around the place in amazement. The hallway was extremely quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of his footsteps as he made his way forward. Bridget, his step mom, told him his father requested for his present in the usual location. Even though Lucas has never been to the place, he knew exactly how to get there without asking for directions. He walked down the deserted hallway for several minutes until he finally caught sight of a wooden door a few meters away.uvas made his way towards the door and took a deep breath in and out before pushing it open. Pushing the door open, the sounds of people chattering filled the place. Inside the vast room was filled with people who were busy setting up bookings for the upcoming horse race. A big round table could be seen at the center of the vast room, and the table was filled with dollar notes that were arranged in bundles, and tickets for the races. Several people in black suit could also be seen sitting around the table as they counted the money while some arranged the bets. Every single person in the room had a cigarette that emitted smoke which made Lucas cover his nose and cough. He wasn't used to an environment like this one. While Lucas was busy glancing around the place, he heard someone call his name in a cool British accent. "Edwin!" Hearing his name, Lucas caught sight of a young man meters away. He had a mullet haircur, clad in a white shirt and black suit, and a cigarette in his mouth. After Lucas caught sight of the guy's face, he knew who it was instantly. It was Roderick Blackwood, the fifth son of Herbert Blackwood. The family consisted of six children. Four boys and two girls. Edwin,which was now Lucas was the last born. "Get in here, Edwin!" Roderick voiced out as he walked into an office that was located a few meters away from where Lucas stood. Lucas nodded before making his way into the office and shut the door. As Lucas stepped into the office, he glanced round the place. The whole family was present there except the eldest daughter. They were all seated on a sofa, glasses of whiskeys in their hands and cigarette in their mouths. "Why did you arrive so late, boy?" A middle aged man who sat in a more different chair questioned. His voice deep and menacing as he glared at Lucas's face. "I asked Bridget to come call you about thirty minutes about but you were still asleep. You were well aware of this meeting and you still chose to wake up late." Herbert Blackwood, the father of the family added in the same deep tone. Lucas just stood there in silence, unsure of what to say. "I told you we should start the meeting without him. Why do we need him here anyway?" The eldest son known as Marcellus Blackwood spat. "You know I have a role for him that's why I needed him here." Hebert replied. "Since you've finally blessed us with your presence, Edwin, the meeting shall commence." He added. "As we are all aware a race match will take place soon and as usual people are already getting on our horse because it's the reigning champion. Dumbbell hasn't lost a single race match ever since we bought the horse, and so far it has earned us millions of dollars and also earned a lot of money for Mr. Ernest who is the sole owner of the whole race tracks and championship." "But now, we have a little problem." Herbert bellowed audibly. "Dumbbell is sick!" Marcellus continued, and the whole family exclaimed in shock. "The drugs we fed it in the last race seemed to be affecting it after the race." Marcellus added. "I warned you guys not to keep feeding it these drugs but you won't listen!" The youngest daughter of the family known as Julia Blackwood rose up from her seat and voiced out. "Sit down, Julia, women aren't allowed to speak." Marcellus spat in anger. "Says who?" Julia interjected. "Women opinion means nothing in the family's business, Julia. All you have to do is sit quietly and listen." Marcellus retorted. "But Julia is right. Dumbbell is already a champion even without the drugs, I see no reason why you would feed it drugs in the last race just to make it win." A man who sat by the corner of the sofa spoke up in a calm tone. His facial expression was as calm as his voice, and he seemed to be the most handsome son in the whole family. His name was Oswald Blackwood. The second son of the family. "Is that what you think, Oswald. You think Dumbbell will be what he is today without steroids? Well, let me burst your bubble, we have been giving him steroids ever since we bought it to win every single race. He has been taking first position for three consecutive months because of the steroids. And in the last match, Mr. Ernest brought contenders from around the globe to race with Dumbbell. Unlike the rest of the horses that has been participating in the races so far I had no idea how fast the new horses from other countries were, that's why I had to give it more drugs to guarantee our win. And you know how much money we made from that single race, and you also know how many people came rushing to place their bets on Dumbbell after that race? Even people from around the country are flying in to bet on Dumbbell!" Marcellus voiced out in an audible tone. After he was done with his words, Oswald replied softly. "Well, look where that got us. The bloody horse is sick and the race is near, what are we going to do?" Oswald spoke. "We already have a lot of people who placed their bets on our horse, Dumbbell, what are we going to do?" Roderick chimed in. The room fell silent as the whole family sat there with looks of contemplation. The silence was broken as a masculine voice was heard. "I think I have an idea." Lucas said, causing everyone to shift their gazes towards him. All heads in the office turned to face Lucas after hearing the words he spoke. "Sit down and keep quiet, Edwin." Marcellus ordered. "So, as I was saying, Dumbbell needs-" Lucas interrupted him once again. "I'm serious, I have an idea that might solve your problems. Just hear me out." Lucas spoke audibly. Everyone in the office were shocked. Lucas was the type of guy who never speaks during a family meeting,and all he does was nod his head and carry out minor errands they assign him with. So now that he was saying he had an idea got everyone shocked. "I said sit down, Edwin!" Marcellus shouted in anger, causing Lucas to flinch. "No, Marcellus, let the boy speak." Herbert spoke up as he blew out smoke from his mouth. "Father, we don't have time for jokes. Edwin is only twenty three years old, of what help would he be to us in a critical situation like this? Ignore whatever he said and let's continue the meeting." Marcellus remarked while glaring at Lucas with hate and disgust. "I said we shall hear him out, Marcellus." Herbert replied with a frown. "Go on, Edwin, speak." He then shifted his gaze back to Lucas and said. Marcellus glared at Lucas for a few moments before sitting down on the couch and lights his cigarette. Lucas cleared his throat before speaking. "As we all know, everything about the races changed ever since our horse, Dumbbell, began to race. Our horse has earned the owner of the race tracks and championship a lot of money, more money than he has ever earned in his entire life." "Also, the last race where Dumbbell raced with horses around the world and also won, it made people around the world travel to England just to place their bets on him. Right now, we are like the main characters in all of these. People are interested in the races because of our horse. However, now that Dumbbell is sick you're afraid of what will happen?" "Well, since we and our horse are now the main characters whatever will say shall stand. I say we go pay a visit to Mr. Ernest, the owner of the champion and ask him to postpone the upcoming match until Dumbbell has recovered fully and is ready to participate!" Lucas spoke audibly while everyone sat there as they listened attentively. "Can you even hear yourself right now, Edwin? You want us to ask Mr. Ernest to postpone a match just because our horse can't participate? Eh?" Marcellus rose up from his seat and voiced out. "It's not just any horse, Marcellus, it's Dumbbell. The same horse that has never lost a single match for consecutive months. We have thousands betting on him, and if we decide to return their money now it would be a loss for both our family and also Mr. Ernest because I'm sure once they collect their money back they won't want to bet on any other horse." "Mr. Ernest is a business man who hates losing money. Our horse is like the backbone of his business now, and I'm sure he would agree to whatever demands we ask for. All you have to do is tell him to postpone the match and also send out an announcement to everyone who already booked a game. They won't argue since they know their money is still on Dumbbell and whenever the match takes place they will surely cash out massively." Lucas bellowed. The office fell silent after Lucas was done with his words, and everyone sat there with looks of contemplation. "Are you done?" Marcellus broke the silence with a question, and Lucas nodded. "Good, now let's continue with the meeting, shall we?" He added. "Nice suggestion, Edwin. There's actually a lot of sense in what you have just said now." Herbert's voice was heard. "Don't tell me you're going to listen to him?" Marcellus chimed in. "What he said is true. Why should we withdraw Dumbbell from the race and return everyone's money because he's sick when we can always make the match happen some other day? Everyone's money is on Dumbbell, we are the main characters here, Mr. Ernest would definitely understand." Herbert Blackwood replied. "I never knew you were this smart, Edwin, I'm proud of you." Herbert commented, and Lucas smiled. Roderick who stood beside Lucas ruffled his black hair and Lucas couldn't help but smile. Marcellus on the other hand just stood there, his blood boiling in anger as Herbert showered his praises on Lucas instead of him. "So, how do we know what date Dumbbell will recover?" Julia raised a question. "Well, I ran some test on him and he should be back on his feet in two days time and would need extra days to recover fully. Let's say about one week maximum." A man who has been in silence the whole time spoke up. He was the third son, Stephen Blackwood. Stephen had a degree in medicine and he's the one handling the medical affairs of the family. He's also the only family member who earns legal income after opening a small hospital in the city. "One week, that's good. Marcellus, I want you and Oswald to go down to the race tracks and have a discussion with Mr. Ernest. Tell him exactly what we discussed here and make sure he postpones the match for a week." Herbert ordered. "What? I can't go with this guy." Marcellus interjected. "I rather go alone, father." He added. "The streets are dangerous. Small gangs are starting to pick fights with us, it would be stupid to travel alone." Herbert sounded. "I am a Blackwood, I'll be fine. But if you're so worried you can ask Julia or Roderick to come with me and not Oswald." Marcellus remarked. "I can't. I have work." Julia declined as she stood up from her seat and exited the office. "Well then, Roderick it is." Marcellus uttered as he shifted his gaze towards Roderick."I'll go get the car." Roderick said as he stepped out of the office and went straight to the garage to bring the car around.Marcellus gulped down the rest of his whiskey before placing the cup on the table and began to walk towards the exit door."Make sure you return with good news, Marcellus!" Herbert ordered as Marcellus exited the office.The rest of the family members also left the office except Herbert, Oswald, and Lucas. Herbert asked Oswald to stay behind because they still had more issues to discuss, while Lucas was still in the office because he had no idea what to do now."Don't you have somewhere to be?" Oswald questioned. "Have you delivered the crates to the Moretti's family?" He asked."Uh...no, not yet." Lucas stuttered."Well, go. They need the beers for the celebration tomorrow. Ask Digby to give you two fill crates of our finest beers and Whiskey, then you board a cab that would take you straight to their mansion. Deliver the crates, get the payment, and get the h
Edwin approached the opulent gates of the Moretti mansion, his footsteps echoing against the grand stone pathway. The mansion itself was an architectural marvel, with towering columns, intricate wrought-iron railings, and manicured gardens that spoke of old money and long-standing wealth. As he neared the entrance, the imposing doors swung open, and a young maid greeted him with a practiced, though somewhat weary, smile."Good evening. You must be Mr. Edwin from the Blackwood family," she said, her tone respectful but tinged with a hint of apprehension.Edwin gave a courteous nod. "Yes, that's right. I've come to deliver some crates."The maid's eyes widened slightly, but she quickly composed herself. "Please follow me. Miss Matilda will be here to assist you."As they walked through the grand hallway, Edwin took in the luxurious surroundings. The floors were polished marble, reflecting the soft glow of crystal chandeliers that hung from the high ceilings. The walls were adorned with
As Edwin turned around , he came face-to-face with his father, Herbert Blackwood. Herbert stood with an imposing presence, his well-tailored suit and stern demeanor embodying the gravitas of the Blackwood patriarch. The aging man’s dark eyes surveyed Edwin with a mixture of concern and disapproval. “Edwin,” Herbert said, his voice deep and commanding. “Why are you so late?” Edwin felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He had hoped to avoid a confrontation with his father, but it seemed that fate had other plans. He took a moment to steady himself before responding. “I’m sorry, Father. I was delayed. The youngest daughter of the Moretti family decided to give me a tour of their mansion.” Herbert raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest momentarily crossing his face. “A tour? I wasn’t aware that you were there to make social calls. I assume it was a worthwhile visit?” Edwin nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. “Yes, it was. The Moretti mansion is quite impressive. But I understa
Marcellus and Roderick Blackwood sat in the back of their sleek black car, the leather seats and polished interior a stark contrast to the grim task ahead. The city lights flickered through the windows as they made their way through the bustling streets, heading towards the racetrack where Mr. Ernest, the owner and promoter of the upcoming match, awaited their visit.The car’s engine hummed smoothly, but Marcellus’s mood was far from calm. He was still seething over Lucas’s unexpected intervention earlier. He had never expected his younger brother to speak up in such a significant way, let alone propose a solution that seemed to have gained the approval of Herbert. Now, Marcellus was determined to rectify what he perceived as a slight against his own status and authority.“Why did Father have to send me with Roderick?” Marcellus muttered, his voice laced with frustration. “He could’ve sent Oswald instead.”Roderick, ever the stoic companion, simply shrugged. “Julia was busy, and Fathe
The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder as Marcellus and Roderick huddled behind the pillar, their hearts pounding in their chests. The car, once a symbol of their family's wealth and power, was now a perforated wreck, the glass shattered and metal twisted by the relentless barrage of bullets.Marcellus glanced over at Roderick, whose face was set in a grim mask of determination. "We need to move," he shouted over the din, trying to keep his voice steady. "Get to the side entrance of the building. We can find cover there and figure out what’s happening."Roderick nodded, his eyes scanning the area for the best route. “On my mark, we move,” he said, his voice barely audible over the continued gunfire.Marcellus took a deep breath, gripping the pillar tightly as he prepared for their next move. “Ready,” he said.The two men sprinted from their cover, darting across the open space as bullets whizzed past them. They reached the side entrance of the building, their footsteps ec
The Blackwood estate loomed ahead, its imposing silhouette illuminated by the security lights that cast long shadows across the driveway. Marcellus and Roderick, both still reeling from the night’s chaos, made their way up the steps and through the grand entrance. The familiar grandeur of the estate did little to ease their nerves; the threat of the Gambinos was a weight that pressed heavily on their shoulders. Inside, the house was abuzz with activity. Security personnel moved with purpose, their expressions a mix of vigilance and concern. Marcellus and Roderick were greeted by their father, Herbert Blackwood, who was already waiting for them in his office. Herbert, a man known for his commanding presence and strategic mind, looked up as his sons entered, his face a mask of calm. Marcellus stepped forward, his face etched with the stress of the evening. “Father, we need to talk. There’s been an attack.” Herbert raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem overly concerned. “An attack? Sit
The next morning.... The Blackwood estate, a symbol of grandeur and authority, awoke to a new day, but the echoes of last night’s violence lingered. In the breakfast room, sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the opulent surroundings. The long table, covered in fine china and gleaming silverware, seemed almost serene in contrast to the turmoil that had unfolded. Edwin Blackwood sat at one end, his expression inscrutable as he methodically ate his breakfast. He was preoccupied, his mind still grappling with the shock of the previous night and the weight of the decisions to come. Herbert Blackwood, the patriarch of the family, entered the room with a measured pace. His demeanor was calm, but the sharpness in his eyes betrayed his awareness of the gravity of the situation. He took his seat at the head of the table and surveyed his family with a composed but stern look. The room fell silent as everyone settled into their places, the usual morning chatter
As the sun set, Herbert called for a meeting at his office and only invited Marcellus, Oswald, and Edwin. The three men walked to the office and shut the door."Father." Marcellus muttered, his gaze fixated on Herbert Blackwood who sat behind his desk with a cigarette in his hand."I already sent a message across to Noah Sturridge. I asked him to meet us at the Stanford abandoned parking lot for a meeting about the business he proposed." Herbert informed, smoke oozing out of his mouth."That's good. We will head there and abduct him. He won't suspect a thing." Marcellus spoke up."No, you are wrong, Marcellus. Noah works for the Gambino. I don't know what role he has in the Gambino gang, but as long as he works for them they will always have his back. And now that we are inviting him for a meeting the Gambino might want to escort him. And we all know if the Gambino gang is present there and we try to capture Noah there would be trouble." Oswald remarked, his voice audible."So, what a
Edwin walked out of the bathroom with a white towel around his waist,and he headed towards the wardrobe. He pulled the wooden door open and picked a pair of suit and white T-shirt, and without delay he wore it. Edwin combed his sporting black hair while glancing at the mirror, and when he was done he turned around and headed downstairs.Edwin made his way to the kitchen where Angela and her daughter, Betty, were busy preparing breakfast."Good morning, Mr. Blackwood." Angela greeted respectfully with her head bowed down. And Betty, who was standing beside Angela, had a big smile on her face after spotting Edwin."Good morning, Mr. Edwin." She greeted with a big smile on her face, and her head bowed down.Edwin stood there in silence, glancing at her with an expressionless look. Edwin knew Betty had a huge crush on the real owner of this body. She might have not admitted it yet, but the way she smiled and looked at him made it obvious that she actually liked him.She was probably afrai
Oswald pushed the entrance door of the dining room open and walked inside slowly.Stepping into the room, he saw Timothy Hardcastle and his concubines standing by a corner. The continuous sounds of gunshots they've been hearing made them shiver in fear, and their face was drenched in sweat."Timothy Hardcastle.." Oswald stated coldly, his gaze fixed intently on Tim who was standing there with his heart pounding in his chest and cold sweat trickling down his face."You know why I'm here, don't you?" He asked after a few seconds of silence.Tim swallowed hard before responding by nodding his head."Y-yes, I do." He muttered shakily, his voice laced with fear."That's good." Oswald remarked."Please, spare my life. I'll do anything you want. You..you want me to marry Julia? I'll marry her. Please, have mercy and spare my life." Tim pleaded shakily while shivering in fear."It's too late." Oswald replied as he pulled out the gun he had been hiding behind his coat and stretched it forward,
Oswald pulled the backdoor open and stepped into the mansion before shutting it. He glanced around the dimly lit area before making his way forward.The place he had just entered was dimly lit, and from where he was he could hear the sound of the commotion happening outside. Oswald advanced forward, making his way through the dimly lit hallway. He walked forward for a few moments until he finally arrived in front of a door.Without any delay he pushed the door open and went through it."Hey, who the hell is that?!" The moment he stepped through the door two men spotted him and they swiftly pointed their guns towards him."Oh, shit!" Oswald cursed out as he took a step back and closed the door. A second after the door was shut the men opened fire, shooting heartlessly at his direction.BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!Oswald hid behind the solid metallic door as the men kept shooting. The more they shot the more the door was slowly getting destroyed. They shot for a couple of minutes until they
Edwin walked back to his room after his discussion with his father. As he headed upstairs he couldn't help but think about the future ahead. Things were starting to get serious in his new life, and he had to be ready for it.After walking for a few moments he finally arrived in front of his room. Edwin pushed the wooden door and it creaked open, without any delay he walked inside and shut the door.Edwin took off his shirt and trousers before lying on his bed clad in only his white underwear, and his gaze fixed on the ceiling.He laid down there for a few moments with his head filled with thoughts until he finally passed out.Somewhere far away from the Blackwood's mansion, a shiny black car could be seen driving through the dimly lit street.Oswald was behind the wheel, and his expression was filled with anger and determination. He gripped the wheel tightly, his gaze glued on the road as he drove forward as fast as he could.After what seemed like forever, Oswald finally pulled over
"That was a long time ago,” Herbert interrupted, his deep, gravelly voice filling the room with an authority that silenced everyone. “The Hardcastles have likely strengthened their resources over the years. We can’t afford to act without caution.” Oswald’s jaw clenched, but he nodded. “Then let’s vote, Father. Those who want to make them pay, raise your hands.” He lifted his right hand, his eyes scanning the room as he waited to see who would stand with him.The room fell silent after he said those words, and everyone sat there with looks of contemplation on their faces.Oswald stood there, glancing around to see if anyone would lift their hands, but so far all hands were still down.A few moments later, a hand was raised, causing everyone to shift their gaze to the side and saw Edwin raising his hand above his head. Marcellus's expression darkened as he glared at Edwin. He would have loved to scold him and make him put his hand down, but after remembering the words of Herbert Blackw
Edwin yawned deeply, his hand rising sluggishly to cover his mouth as he stumbled out of bed. Each movement seemed to cost him a great deal of effort, his entire demeanor heavy with exhaustion. “I’ll be there shortly,” he muttered, his voice barely rising above a whisper, as if even speaking was too much to ask of him at this hour.Bridget watched him closely, her expression softening with worry. She tilted her head slightly, studying his face, the creases of concern deepening around her eyes. “Is everything alright, Edwin?” she asked gently, her tone as delicate as her gaze.“Why do you ask?” he replied, a note of irritation slipping into his voice as he cast a sidelong glance at her, his brows furrowing.“You seem… a bit off,” she continued, choosing her words carefully. “Stressed, maybe even troubled. It’s as if something heavy is weighing on your mind,” she observed, her eyes searching his face for any hint of what might be wrong.“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it,” he replied short
Oswald took a slow drag from his cigarette, eyes narrowing with a calculating glint. “Weapons delivery, eh?” he mused, turning his gaze toward Edwin. A dark, determined spark lit up his expression. “What do you say, Edwin? Up for a little robbery?” His voice held a cold, calculated edge.Edwin hesitated, meeting his brother’s intense gaze. The question hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken promises of violence and revenge.“What exactly do you mean by ‘robbery’?” Edwin finally inquired, his voice low and cautious after a tense moment of silence.“I want you to help me intercept and steal the weapons crates being shipped to the Gambinos,” Oswald replied, smoke curling out of his mouth as he spoke.Hearing Oswald’s plan, Edwin’s eyes widened in shock. “What?!”“Lower your voice, damn it!” Oswald snapped, his eyes flashing. Edwin quickly lowered his voice, his shock barely concealed.“What do you mean, help you steal the shipment?” Edwin asked in a hushed tone, his brow furrowed with
"And what exactly is that?" A deep voice cut through their conversation, causing both men to turn. Their father, Herbert Blackwood, approached with a sharp, probing gaze that demanded answers.Oswald instinctively took a step back as Herbert drew closer."Father," he muttered, his eyes meeting Herbert’s before shifting to Marcellus and Roderick, who stood just behind their father.Herbert’s gaze hardened as he looked at Oswald. "What are you trying to teach your brother? That he should be soft? He’s not a kid anymore, for crying out loud—he's an adult now! He needs to get his hands dirty because that's what the Blackwood family is about!" Herbert spat out the words, his tone cold. "I was a fool to listen to you and keep him confined to the legal business. From now on, he’ll be involved in both the legal and illegal sides of our work." His voice was final, each word punctuated with simmering anger.Oswald didn’t flinch. "I wasn't telling him to be soft, Father. I was saying he has a ch
Roderick’s lips twisted into a cruel smile as he yanked Maguire’s head back by the hair. "I see. Then I guess killing you and burning this place to the ground will send Santino a nice message—don’t ever mess with the Blackwoods."He turned toward Edwin, who stood silently by the door, eyes fixed on the scene before him."Here, Edwin," Roderick said, extending the blood-soaked dagger toward his brother. "Take this. Finish the job."His voice was cold, devoid of emotion, as if he were asking Edwin to perform a menial chore rather than take a life.Edwin swallowed hard, his throat dry as his brother’s words echoed in his mind. Cold sweat trickled down his face, and he remained frozen, his heart pounding in his chest."What’s the matter, Edwin? Don’t tell me you can’t do it?" Roderick’s tone was laced with contempt as he stared at Edwin, who stood several meters away. "This man just tried to kill us. He’s our enemy, and he deserves to die. So stop being such a coward and take care of him!