Wrapped in Sin

Chapter 2: Ignorance

Intro: Brooklyn Police Precinct, District 12

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Third person P.O.V

Griffin: “Where the f**k is Nathan?!”

The sound of work boots can be heard thundering down the corridor. To someone on the street, it would sound terrifying or intense, but to the officers in the building, it’s just the everyday sound of their boss throwing an adult tantrum. It’s not the tantrum part that’s sad, it’s the fact of how often it occurs. Especially for the best detectives in the unit, who are constantly harassed to pick up the slack that others don’t care to.

Detective Kimberly: “Uh-oh, looks like the the chief is on a warpath again”

Detective Nathan: “Oh give him a break, he’s in his fifties”

Detective Kimberly: “Ummm so?”

Detective Nathan: “So maybe he’s starting male menopause”

The two officers laugh as a very pissed off commanding officer stomps towards them.

Commanding officer Griffin Stein is well known all throughout New York. First starting off his career in the army, he became one of the first to advance from petty officer to a Sergeant in the shortest amount of time. He received the highest honors from bravery metals to meeting the president himself. Some might’ve called him too successful and in a way, he kinda was.

And one day he would pay the price for it. During a gala that the army hosted for the men returning home, they were attacked by surprise and were the targets of a terrorist group.

But the attack is not why he would pay the price.

It was the devastating loss he suffered that day.

Due to his arrogance, he quickly tried to defuse the situation and acted without thinking, causing a struggle to ensue and his wife being fatally shot to death.

After that, he quit and began to give up on life when an old friend gave him a new purpose. And thus, his shining reputation as one of New York’s best commanding officers began. He was obsessed with protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves and aimed to keep the streets free of crime, no matter the cost.

Hence why he’s on a warpath and heading in my direction.

“Nathan! Where the hell have you been?”

“Sorry sir, my pager accidentally turned off...after I clicked the off button”

“Nathan!!”

Nathan and Kimberly begin to snicker until Griffin slaps a new case file on the desk infront of them. They stop immediately, hearts sinking and pulses racing.

Kimberly: “Is- is that...”

Griffin: “Yes. Twelve more bodies found THIS MORNING alone”

Nathan: “That makes the total this month go up to-”

Griffin: “43”

An eerie silence falls fills the room before someone gathers the courage to speak up again.

Griffin: “I don’t care if you have to work over time, whoever is responsible for this, I want them in cuffs and off the streets. And I want them like yesterday!”

Nathan & Kimberly: “Yes sir!”

The familiar sound of boots fades as griffin goes to scream at another cop somewhere in the building.

Kimberly: Okay partner, so what are we gonna do to catch this sick son of a b***h?

Nathan: “I don’t think this is the work of a serial killer”

Kimberly: “Well who else would go around taking lives”

Nathan: Look at the patterns of where their being dumped and what’s happening to their bodies before death”

Kimberly:”Holy s**t, it’s not a who, it’s they. These are gang murders”

Nathan: “Exactly, and we’re going to find out which one is responsible”

Asher’s P.O.V

This is ridiculous.

Every time we have this meeting, the Kings are always late. What the hell is their problem? I swear if I didn’t like the product they sell, I wouldn’t even give two f***s about killing them off.

Today, unfortunately, was the monthly meeting of all the gang leaders in New York. Each of us controlled a certain borough and in order to avoid conflict, we meet up to discuss what’s going on with who so we can better avoid each other. Sometimes we also make deals and sell weapons or drugs to each other. I pretty much have contracts with everyone here. Especially since I control the biggest part of New York (Queens), it takes more from me to rule successfully. And sometimes not killing my enemies is key.

Victor Castle: Leader of the Vice Camos; ruled over the Bronx and sold me weapons. High grade s**t too, half of it’s not even legal in the country. He was an older guy, in his 50’s, with long gray hair and a eyes that looked like he had no soul. My kinda guy.

Fabian Lamenza: Leader of the Cobras; rules over Staten Island. He helps put cops on my payroll in exchange for weapons since Victor won’t sell to him. They hate each other so badly that I’m surprised there hasn’t been a shoot out at any of these meetings yet.

Bryan Gale: Leader of the Golden Gators; rules over Brooklyn. He sells me equipment for my crew like burner phones, hacking systems, and tracking chips. Great for keeping an eye out for rats. And there have been quite a few, not that they’re living anymore but I guess that’s irrelevant.

And finally...the asshole himself.

Terrance King: Leader of the Islanders; rules over Manhattan. He sells me the best drugs money can buy, but I despise working with him. He’s annoying, loud, and a f*****g snake. You can’t trust him as far as you can throw him. He’s tried sneaking and attacking all of us before, targeting vital parts of our operations. The only reason he’s still alive is because of his father. We all respect him too much to murder his piece of s**t son.

Well I don’t fully respect him, but that’s simply because I don’t really respect anybody.

Speaking of the little prick, he shows up late as usual and glares at me the whole time. It’s taking all my self control not to snap his neck with my bare hands.

“Something I can help you with Terrance?”

I can feel the tension rise in the air as leaders become still. If there was a problem, I was going to address the fucker head on. I don’t have time for games, that’s what women are into.

“You’re territory is too large, queens literally dwarfs half of us, you need to relinquish some of your rights.”

Silence.

“Didn’t you hear what I said? You need-”

That’s all he’s able to usher out of his mouth before he’s in the air with my hand around his throat. Panic sets in as I chuckle darkly, feeling the familiar rush of death all around me.

Heightening my senses, crawling up my skin. It’s like I’m being kissed by an unknown figure and they promise to push onto me a uphoria that will send me into eternal bliss...and all I’d have to do was take his life in exchange for it.

Tempting as it was. I still need him or else my profits would drop.

I smirk as I watch his face turn purple, and c**k my head to the side. I'm so deep in thought that his very soul becomes endangered to being snatched up by the reaper if I don’t release my hold on him.

He drops to the floor with a loud thud and suddenly my ears open to hear screaming and commotion in the background.

I still amaze myself at how quickly I can block out anything that holds no interest to me.

“You f*****g psychopath, what the hell is wrong with you?! I’ll have your head cut off for this!!!”

I look at him in amusement.

“You promise?”