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We headed to Badur's after the dinner, a new year party was being thrown for the family, and I was being inducted into the White Lions Society, that night, and the Alhaj was coming to town. It would be the first time since he got stabbed. The society was meant for the wealthiest and most progressive men of Harmony city, dating back to the very first founders of the city, according to the members anyway. I personally saw them as a group of greedy, corrupt, conniving spineless fools who sought new ways and methods of bleeding the city dry. I agreed to join them of course, as a business strategy. The police chief, whom I already easily got into my pocket was a member, some important politicians and traditional rulers too, and some wealthy business men whom I would like to get into businesses with. So the White Lion Society was a very fertile field for me to plant some seeds into. I was already the king of the criminal underworld, but I wanted more... I wanted the whole of the fucking ci

Freedom... There is nothing as important as a man's freedom to do as he likes, eat what he wants, think what he wants, and be wherever he wants to be whenever he wants to be there. Take away a man's freedom and he is at that moment less than human. I had heard plenty of stories from incarcerated men, and I tell you that no words can describe the horrors that men and women face and commit within the walls of prisons. My heart pounded so fast that I thought it was going to explode, I had never felt so vulnerable and lost in my life. In the streets, when you return from prison, it adds to your cred, but I tell you, there isn't a single thing, not even one that is glorious about it. I walked through the gates of Kiree Federal Prison, everything making my hair stand, from the looks on the warder's faces to the shouts and screaming of prisoners, most of them looking like they crawled out of a very bad dream. The handcuffs made me so uncomfortable, and the chains on my legs made it almost

A few months passed after London was delivered to the Investors, nine months to be precise. Businesses were still good, and there was peace in the streets, except for a few raids by the DSS. I had intended for Chuks to come back home with Akeem and Nameless, but he had something entirely different on his mind. He took a trip down to a place that had always weirdly fascinated him... Japan. When Akeem returned home without Chuks, I was furious, but the moment Akeem told me he went to Japan, I burst into laughter. His weird fascination with Japan and most especially Japanese blades were always fascinating to me. I guess he always saw himself as a samurai or ninja of a sort, like Yasuke the black samurai, if he ever existed. This even earned him the nickname Yasuke. I missed my brother, but he was in good hands in Japan, and I made sure of it. I had some of our Japanese associates make sure that he does not turn Tokyo into another London.Chuks was somewhere in Tokyo playing with swords a

The loud sound of gunshots, the wheezing sounds of bullets, and the yelling of people rose from outside the restaurant. The men that attacked us were well trained and coordinated and armed to the tooth, the guards were already getting their asses handed to them when we joined the fight. We returned fire and immediately downed two of the dozen men that attacked us. The street had turned to a warzone with corpses of our guards and denizens who were unfortunate to be around there when hell broke loose. But it was our city, our street, and these outsiders were uninvited guests, I had made a call over to all the gangs in Hells Gaze, now under the Warlords. We had put a little bit of distance between the family and the warlords, but I needed someone in charge who would be loyal to the family no matter what. So, I chose Sulaiman, Samsin's younger brother. He stepped up after his brother's death, and he was just as loyal and capable as him too. The Calvery was on its way, but we needed to ho