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A few hours earlier...

An expected call lights up my phone, and Jason Valentine, “the Wolf,” appears on the screen. Oliver was the one who found him and met with his Wolves in the Underground.

The Underground is the secret headquarters of the Wolves below the floors of the BCO Hotel I own in Williamsburg. They wanted discreet access to New York, and they needed my territory in Brooklyn, so I gave them what they asked for. Oliver had seen them in action, and I had been supporting their vision for a couple of years now in exchange for protection and aid whenever necessary.

But I know the mob shouldn’t be taken lightly. They call themselves the Wolves, but they could also be referred to as the elite mob of New York City by the underground. They often say justice doesn’t happen in the city. They are on the side of the law but working outside the law. They clash against smugglers, drug dealers, corrupt politicians, the Triad, and gangs that don’t believe in their objectives. All the money