As tension etched Jordan’s features.

Jagoan, who had maintained a quiet vigil, instantly discerned the growing rumble of a motorcycle engine drawing nearer. It was heading their way.

In that charged moment, Hogan grasped the gravity of Jordan’s potential entanglement.

His voice turned stern as he demanded, “Jordan, lay it bare. Who have you crossed?”

Conceding that the truth could no longer be masked, Jordan, resigned, began, “Uncle Hogan, these folks here belong to a fresh gang making waves in New York…”

Hogan interjected, “Debt collectors, are they?”

squeezing folks for protection money, three grand

always been run by Chinese syndicates? The fee’s been a mere three hundred

to them last week after a fierce showdown and heavy losses. Big

revelation caught Hogan off

the story with this new gang? It’s only been a month since they’ve started yapping about three

stores, paying rent and working under the table since we lack legal status to foot the bills. You’re overseeing it all and after all’s said and done, you’re only scraping together a few

“Who’s behind this new

Mostly African-Americans with a sprinkling of Latinos from Brooklyn and downtown. Word is, they’re backed by Italians. The Italians are slowly fading into the background, pulling the strings but keeping out of the

inflict those wounds

to collect their ‘protection’ money. I couldn’t cough up the sum,

you contacted the police?” Hogan’s tone carried a mix

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