Chapter 065
Paul Mans had always considered himself a man of a certain caliber. He'd spent twenty years building the Mans Crew from a handful of street-level enforcers into an organization that controlled six blocks of prime London territory, collected tribute from every business on Drake Street, and commanded enough respect that even the local police preferred to negotiate rather than provoke. He dressed well. He read widely. He had seen every film in The Godfather series no fewer than four times each, and he modeled his bearing accordingly: calm under pressure, deliberate in speech, never the first to show fear. He was showing fear now. The gunfire in the corridor had stopped several minutes ago. That was the problem. His men had gone in loud and confident, and then the shooting had tapered off,
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