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?”

past. Now they’re squeezing folks for protection money, three grand a month. If you don’t pay up, they rough you up and threaten to

been run by Chinese syndicates? The fee’s been a mere three hundred a month for the past few years.

in, “Chinese gangs ceded it to them last week after a fierce showdown and heavy

caught Hogan off

only been a month since they’ve

status to foot the bills. You’re overseeing it all and after all’s said and done, you’re only scraping together a few grand a month. They want three thousand, essentially turning everyone into

behind this new

of Latinos from Brooklyn and downtown. Word is, they’re backed by Italians. The Italians are slowly fading into the background, pulling the strings

inflict those wounds

cough up the sum, so they beat me down. They’ve given

tone

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