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?”

two days past. Now they’re squeezing folks for protection money, three grand a

syndicates? The fee’s been a mere three hundred a month for the past

last week after a fierce showdown and heavy losses. Big Vigo

caught Hogan off

further, “What’s the story with this new gang? It’s only been a month since they’ve started yapping about three grand. Sounds

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

“Who’s behind this new

The Italians

wounds on your face?” Hogan

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

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

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