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"You're hurt, sir...."

"Do I look like I'm fucking dumb?! I know I'm fucking hurt. Those assholes pulled one over on me, and it won't happen again. I can't believe I fell for their stupid game. I should have known they were here for a reason." Lee hissed as his doctor changed his bandage. As Xerxes said, he caught him too easily. Although the intentions weren't to harm the man, it was his smart-ass mouth that wouldn't stop running.

The Germans were cocky and full of shit—especially the Köhlers, who were grade-A assholes. There was no talking to them, and they thought they were God's gifts to this planet. It didn't help that the jackasses were the smartest mafia out there. Luca made sure that his children were educated, and they made sure their children were the same.

"I need to find another way to get to them. Going to war with them would mean my death, and I prefer all of them to die before me."

"Then I suggest you lay low, Master Lee. We don't have the power to go after them now. Their last little stunt broke down our defenses, and you are seriously hurt. If that boy were a few inches over, you would be dead. Give it some months for you to recover and recruit more warriors. We will attack then and have our country back, sir. I know we will."

"What I don't understand is Xerxes said he never got my messages. I emailed and called the man numerous times. It makes me wonder whether someone on our side intentionally started this war. Why else didn't he get the messages.?" Lee questioned as the man in first of him hummed. Could someone in his own mafia want him dead? And why?

"Maybe the man lied. Germans do that. He has power and doesn't want to let it go. Look at him and his family. They have conquered mafia's bigger than them and claim them as their own. Why do they need all this power? Now they have formed a union, and the other powerful mafias allowed them to be headed. Something isn't right about them. They are doing witchcraft or some shit on their end. They are half Nigeran."

"Now you are just racially profiling Aang. They are powerful because they are trained. Look at the ones before them. My father and Axel were friends, but that ended when my father sided with the wrong people. I thought, after years, that would change, but it seems that they are not very forgiving people. We did start a war. I attacked them. First in the restaurant, then at the Christmas Eve Party, killing one of them and a friend. Do I regret any of it? No. I will fight until the end, which will end with the best man left standing. Hopefully, that is me."

"Really nigga! How you gonna take my shit and drip it in the water?!" Elias yelled as Xavier took his blunt, dropping a water bottle on the side of them

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"Really nigga! How you gonna take my shit and drip it in the water?!" Elias yelled as Xavier took his blunt, dropping a water bottle on the side of them. He didn't know how many more ways he could tell him no smoking around his pregnant sister. No matter what, Elias didn't listen.

"You're supposed to be working, not getting high, fool."

"Tell that to my stupid ass computer. I'm looking at nothing, idiot! Ying Lee has been ghosted for weeks. How many ways do I have to say this shit? THE MAN DOESN'T WANT TO BE FOUND! Shit, Unk is working us to the bone while he sits in that big-ass office with his ugly-ass Co-Dons... whatever they are, and do nothing. I thought this was Leah and Vince's job, not ours."

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