The Charismatic Charlie Wade

As Jagoan spoke, a plan crystallized in his mind.

Having been in New York for this long, certain issues demanded a thorough resolution. With the Zano family’s reach extending into Chinatown, encompassing Hogan’s decades of hard work, there was no room for self-restraint.

He turned to Jordan, his tone resolute, “Jordan, change into those chef’s clothes and join me.”

Jordan’s gaze darted to the five imposing figures of the Burning Angels. “Mr. Jagoan, what about them?” he inquired urgently.

“Dispatch them, one bullet at a time. Make every shot count,” Jagoan affirmed, a steely determination in his voice. The five stood, trembling with fear. They never fathomed that the once-bullied cook, who wouldn’t even dare to breathe too loud, now harbored a resolute intent to end them all.

Witnessing Jordan’s unwavering resolve, Jagoan’s smile curled slightly. “It’s premature to end them now. Let Uncle Hogan and Casey Vigo keep a close watch. Once their affairs conclude, we’ll revisit this,” he advised.

Hogan wasted no time, seeking guidance, “Master, what’s your strategy? Is there something I should tend to?”

Jagoan’s grin persisted. “No, Uncle Hogan. When Jordan and I depart, lock up shop and await our return. Should any trouble arise, and someone with a keen eye stirs up strife, use these five as leverage and summon Micheala immediately.”

would dampen the intrigue of the matter. Still, he recognized his limitations. Taking Jordan to meet

approval. Jagoan then turned to Casey Vigo, inquiring, “You’ve been in New York for years. What’s your intel on

mafia, boasting a significant populace. I’d reckon at least ten members.

take Jordan to the Zano Manor. If all goes well, I’ll

caution, Young Master,”

***

Zano family, hailing from Sicily, had lorded over New York for decades. Deeply entrenched in the mafia legacy, they held an enduring

who’d relocated from Sicily to New York, established their dominion in the American underworld, brandishing the Thompson submachine gun, often called the Chicago typewriter. Until recently, the gun adorned the main hall of

retreat, rather, they redistributed their illicit endeavors to seemingly unrelated entities. Behind the vest-clad gangs, they quietly propelled

the Zano family endeavored to shed their old image and cozy up to the upper echelons. Antonio knew well that the more powerful the elite became,

favor had to clean house first. Essentially, what the upper crust desired wasn’t a hidden, shameful chamber pot but a lavatory that could stand A openly, immaculate and

from afar would grace their halls. This guest’s visit held paramount importance for the Zano family’s future. If collaboration

of Zano Manor, a sprawling table, over ten meters long, was impeccably set. Flowers flown in from France adorned