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!
"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
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
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
"At least we get to eat something decent tonight." Lucas mused, his heart racing in joy as he locked the convenience store he worked in as a sales rep.Even though Lucas works both day and night shifts, he still earned peanuts that was barely enough to put food on his table. His low earning made him and his wife, Katherine, to eat junk foods day in and day out.However, today was different. Lucas had decided to spoil his wife tonight and get he something nice for once.Throughout their three years of marriage, Lucas has been unable to but her gifts and treat her the way she deserves due to the lack of funds, and because of that he has been saving up for weeks just to get her a decent meal from one of the most expensive restaurant in the city.He walked through the dimly lit street gleefully, and after a few more minutes, he arrived in his apartment. Lucas stepped into the building and flipped the light switch hoping to see Katherine sitting on the sofa just like she used to. But she
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
"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