Prolouge

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I stood there on the streets of Hoboken, looking down at the last part of my life that I had left. My brother James. Killed by an asshole who couldn't let go of a debt. I had nothing left to lose. Everything and everyone I loved were gone, Ripped away in a New York minute. So with the rain as my witness I swore to god I was going to kill the sick bastards that did this. And nobody was going to get in my way.

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