MidReal Story

Mohamed Abdi

Scenario:this story is in the year of 2025 and in london england it is based on top boy the series about drug dealing and betrayal and loyalty and drama and violent fights and murder and torture and child murder and police and power struggle and chaos and war and robbery and manipulation and arson and gun fights and suicide and parties and drug use and alcohol use and stabbing and my name mohamed abdi i am 24 years old and i have dark skin and black braided cornrows hair and i am a new drug dealer of south london and my enemies are dushane hill he has dark skin and he is 44 years old and he is from north london neighborhood called summerhouse and his partner and ride or die is sullivan gerard he has dark skin and he is bald and he is 42 year old and his nickname is sully and they have sold drugs and ran north london for 20 years and i want to rule london and take over and become drug lord and king pin i am the central and protagonists and dushane and sully are the antagonists

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this story is in the year of 2025 and in london england it is based on top boy the series about drug dealing and betrayal and loyalty and drama and violent fights and murder and torture and child murder and police and power struggle and chaos and war and robbery and manipulation and arson and gun fights and suicide and parties and drug use and alcohol use and stabbing and my name mohamed abdi i am 24 years old and i have dark skin and black braided cornrows hair and i am a new drug dealer of south london and my enemies are dushane hill he has dark skin and he is 44 years old and he is from north london neighborhood called summerhouse and his partner and ride or die is sullivan gerard he has dark skin and he is bald and he is 42 year old and his nickname is sully and they have sold drugs and ran north london for 20 years and i want to rule london and take over and become drug lord and king pin i am the central and protagonists and dushane and sully are the antagonists

Mohamed Abdi

He is a 24yearold drug dealer in South London. He is ambitious, ruthless, and determined. Mohamed aspires to be the drug lord of London, replacing Dushane Hill and Sullivan Gerard. He has dark skin and cornrows, with a strong presence. Mohamed has a troubled past, having grown up in foster care and dealt with poverty and violence. He formed a gang with friends Jax and Ali, aiming to take down Dushane and Sully, who control North London's drug trade.

Dushane Hill

He is a 44yearold drug dealer from North London's Summerhouse neighborhood. He is powerful, cunning, and feared. Dushane controls the drug trade in North London with his partner Sullivan Gerard. His reputation precedes him, with many fearing his wrath. Despite his age, Dushane remains active in the gangland scene, maintaining his grip on power. His past involves selling drugs since his teenage years and surviving violent encounters, earning him the respect and fear of others.

Sullivan Gerard

He is a 42yearold drug dealer from North London's Summerhouse neighborhood. He is ruthless, volatile, and loyal. Sullivan is Dushane Hill's trusted partner and enforcer. His nickname "Sully" strikes fear in those who cross them. Sullivan has a history of violence, having been involved in the drug trade since his teens. He was part of a gang that clashed with another gang in Haringey, resulting in a shootout. His loyalty to Dushane is unwavering, making him a formidable force in their drug empire.

It was the year 2025, and this story took place in London, England.

My name is Mohamed Abdi, and I am 24 years old.

I have dark skin and black braided cornrows hair.

I am a drug dealer who is based in South London.

My dream and goal are to become the drug lord and king pin of London.

I want to rule the whole of London by myself, but right now, I am not the top dog.

There are two men who are above me.

One of them is Dushane Hill.

He is 44 years old and from North London, in a neighborhood called Summerhouse.

Dushane is my enemy, and I want to take him down along with his partner.

His partner's name is Sullivan Gerard, also known as Sully.

He is 42 years old and also from North London's Summerhouse neighborhood.

Sully is Dushane's right-hand man and partner.

They have been selling drugs since they were teenagers and have been running the drug game in North London for more than 20 years.

Dushane and Sully are the top dogs in North London, and they are the only ones who stand in my way of becoming the kingpin of London.

I gathered my gang, Zero Tolerance, at our hideout in South London.

My gang consisted of five members: Jamie, Kit, Farah, Tyrone, and Simon.

We were all sitting in the living room, and I told them that I had a meeting with a couple from London who owned an art museum.

I was going to meet them at their museum in North London.

The couple's names were Lizzie and Tom Daughton.

Lizzie was 32 years old, with long blond hair and blue eyes.

Tom was 35 years old, with short brown hair and brown eyes.

He also wore glasses.

Jamie and I arrived at the art museum in North London.

We went inside, and the receptionist told us to wait.

A few minutes later, Lizzie and Tom came out of their office.

"Hello, Mohamed. It's nice to meet you," said Lizzie as she shook my hand.

"Hello, Lizzie. Nice to meet you too," I replied.

Tom also shook my hand.

"Hello, Mohamed. I'm Tom."

"Hi, Tom," I said.

Tom led us to his office, and we all sat down on the couch.

"So, what can I do for you?" asked Tom.

"I need 15 kilos of cocaine," I replied.

Tom looked at me with surprise and said, "That's a lot of cocaine. Are you sure you can handle that much?"

"Yes, I'm positive," I said confidently.

"Okay, Mohamed. I can give you 15 kilos of cocaine. But if you want more, then we have to talk about it first," said Tom.

"Don't worry, Tom. We will talk about it later. Thank you for your help," I said as I shook Tom's hand.

"No problem, Mohamed. It was nice meeting you," said Tom as he shook my hand back.

Lizzie also shook my hand and said goodbye to us as we left the museum.

As we walked back to our car, Jamie asked me, "Mohamed, how are we going to sell 15 kilos of cocaine? That's a lot of drugs." "Don't worry about it, Jamie. We will sell all of it," I replied confidently.

"But how?" asked Jamie again.

"I have a plan," I said with a smile on my face.

"What is it?" asked Jamie curiously.

"We are going to take over A-Roadz' gang and make them work for us," I replied with a smirk on my face.

"A-Roadz? But he is crazy! He will never agree to work for us," said Jamie worriedly.

"That's where you're wrong, Jamie," I said, leaning closer.

"I've got something on him that he won't want anyone else to know."

Jamie's eyes widened, and he whispered, "What do you have on him?"

I pulled out my phone and showed him the grainy security footage from last week.

The video clearly showed A-Roadz and his crew hijacking one of Dushane's drug shipments at the docks, stealing nearly 50 kilos of product.

Jamie leaned in closer, his eyes glued to the screen as he recognized the distinctive red jacket that A-Roadz always wore.

"This is gold," Jamie whispered, his voice filled with awe.

I nodded, a smug smile spreading across my face.

"My cousin who works security sent it to me. With this leverage, A-Roadz will have no choice but to work for us or face Dushane's wrath."

I sat in the passenger seat of Jamie's black BMW, checking the USB drive one last time to make sure the footage was still there.

The evening traffic crawled through the streets of South London as we made our way to A-Roadz' hideout.

It was an abandoned mechanic's garage off Old Kent Road, a place where he and his crew usually hung out.

Through the windshield, I could see two of his boys lounging by the entrance, passing a joint between them.

Jamie pulled up across the street and killed the engine.

My other crew members, Malik and Tyson, pulled up behind us in their car.

I adjusted my jacket, making sure that the pistol I had tucked away was easily accessible but not visible.

We stepped out of the car and walked towards the garage, flanked by Malik and Tyson.

The air was thick with the smell of motor oil and weed as we entered the dimly lit garage.

A-Roadz was sitting at a desk, counting stacks of cash.

His crew was lounging on some beaten-up sofas, smoking and drinking.

When he saw us, he stood up, revealing his muscular frame.

"What you want?" he growled.

I pulled out my phone and played the footage for him.

His expression hardened as he watched his own crew hijacking Dushane's shipment.

"Those Turks were charging triple," I said, taking a step closer to him.

"Now they're gone. I can supply you proper."

A-Roadz' hand inched towards his waistband.

"Man, fuck you and your pussy gang."

He lunged for his gun, but I was faster.

My Glock cracked first, hitting him in the chest.

The garage erupted into chaos as Malik and Jamie opened fire beside me.

Bullets pinged off metal tool cabinets as A-Roadz' crew scrambled for their own weapons.

Two of his boys dropped instantly from Jamie's shots.

Another dove behind a car but Malik caught him with a burst to the head.

The last one managed to return fire, shattering the window behind us.

I put three more rounds into A-Roadz as he tried crawling away.

Shell casings littered the oil-stained floor.

We checked each body to make sure they were dead before rushing back to our cars.

As we sped away, the weight of what we'd done settled in, knowing there was no turning back now.

I walked into Lizzie and Tom's museum, the cash from our first sale heavy in my backpack.

Lizzie was behind her desk, her glasses perched on the end of her nose.

She looked up as I entered.

"Hey, how'd it go?"

"Good," I said, dropping the backpack onto her desk.

She unzipped it and pulled out the stacks of cash, counting them quickly.

"Nice," she said, putting the money into a drawer.

"The next shipment comes in today. Twenty kilos this time."

"Twenty?"

"Yeah. We're gonna make a lot of money."

She leaned back in her chair and smiled at me.

"You know, you should come to Dublin sometime. You'd like it there."

"I've never been to Ireland before."

"It's a great city. I think you'd love it."

"Yeah? How long have you lived there?"

"Five years now. It's a great place to be young."

"What made you leave?"

"Oh, you know. The city gets old after a while. It's not as exciting after a few years."

I nodded, glancing at her legs.

She had on a short skirt and her legs were smooth and tanned.

I could feel myself getting hard.

"So, when's the shipment coming in?"

"Later tonight," she said, standing up.

"I'll take you to the back now."

She led me down a hallway lined with artifacts and into a room filled with shelves and boxes.

"This is my office," she said, closing the door behind us.

"I spend most of my time here."

I looked around, taking in the cluttered space.

It was cramped but cozy.

There was a couch in the corner that looked comfortable.

"Nice," I said, turning back to her.

She smiled and stepped closer to me.

"I'm glad you like it."

I followed her to the couch and we sat down.

She leaned back against the armrest and I could see down her shirt.

She had on a lacy black bra and her breasts looked amazing.

She leaned in closer and kissed me softly on the lips.

I kissed her back, feeling her t##e slide into my mouth.

Her hand moved up my shirt and she started r###g my c##t.

I put my hand on her t##h and slowly moved it up under her s##t.

She moaned into my mouth as I touched her p###s.

They were wet and I could feel how t##d on she was.

I moved my hand further up and felt how w#t she was.

She pulled away from me and stood up, taking off her s##t and p###s.

She sat back down on the couch and spread her legs apart, showing me how wet she was. I took off my pants and b##s and got between her legs, e###g her slowly.

She moaned loudly as I started moving faster, feeling how t##t she was.

I kept going until I c#e inside of her, then pulled out and sat back down next to her on the couch.

"That was good," she said, smiling at me.

"Yeah," I replied, putting my clothes back on.

"I should probably get going."

"Okay," she said, getting dressed again too.

"But come back later for the shipment."

"Of course," I said, adjusting my shirt.

I left the museum through the back door and lit a joint as I walked.

My phone buzzed with a message from Dris, Dushane and Sully's third partner.

He told me that they had taken Lizzie and were holding her hostage.

Dushane wanted to meet me at Number One Cafe in East London.

I headed there, thinking about what I was going to do.

When I arrived, I saw Dris and their soldier sitting inside.

The soldier was a lesbian black woman with braids.

She looked tough as fuck.

I went inside and sat down across from them.

"Where's Dushane?"

I asked.

"He's on his way," said Dris.

"Good. I want to get this over with."

Dushane walked into Number One Cafe, his presence commanding the attention of everyone inside.

His weathered face told the story of years spent on the streets, and his sharp eyes missed nothing.

He slid into the seat across from me, his movements fluid despite his age.

"Thanks for coming," he said, his voice low and gravelly.

I nodded, my expression neutral.

"I'm Dushane. I've heard a lot about you."

I didn't respond, just kept my eyes locked on his.

"You're Mohamed Abdi, right? Leader of Zero Tolerance?"

"That's right," I said, my voice steady.

Dushane leaned back in his chair, studying me.

"You've done well for yourself. I hear you're moving a lot of weight."

I shrugged.

"We do all right."

Dushane nodded, his expression serious.

"Listen, Mohamed. I'm not here to make any trouble. But I need to ask you something."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Go ahead."

Dushane leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine.

"I need you to stop selling in North London."

I laughed, a cold sound.

"You think I'm gonna do that? You think you can just tell me what to do?"

Dushane's expression didn't change.

"I'm not asking you, Mohamed. I'm telling you."

I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a growl.

"Listen, Dushane. Zero Tolerance is the biggest gang in London. And I'm the one who runs it. You don't tell me what to do. I tell you what to do."

Dushane's eyes narrowed.

"I don't think you understand the situation, Mohamed," he said, his voice cold.

"If you keep selling in North London, there will be consequences."

I leaned back in my chair, a smirk on my face.

"Oh, I understand the situation just fine. And I'm not afraid of you."

Dushane's eyes flashed with anger, but he kept his cool.

"Listen, Mohamed. I'm trying to be reasonable here. But if you keep pushing me, things are gonna get ugly."

I laughed again, a cold sound.

"You think you're the only one who can make things ugly? You think you're the only one who can hurt people?"

Dushane's expression hardened.

"I'm not playing games with you, Mohamed. I'm giving you an ultimatum. Stop selling in North London or face the consequences."

I leaned forward again, my eyes locked on his.

"You know what? Fuck you. Fuck your ultimatum. And fuck your consequences."

Dushane's eyes widened in shock.

He didn't expect me to talk to him like that.

He was used to people bowing down to him and doing what he says.

But not me.

I wasn't afraid of him at all.

I knew that he was struggling financially and that he had to beg his brother for money last month to pay his rent.

I knew that he had no choice but to work with Sully because he couldn't afford to run the business by himself anymore.

And I knew that he was desperate to get rid of me because I was taking all of his customers away from him. "You know what? Fuck you too," said Dushane as he stood up and walked out of the cafe.

The lesbian soldier also stood up and followed him out of the cafe.

Dris stayed behind and looked at me with a smile on his face.

"You're a crazy motherfucker," said Dris as he shook his head in disbelief.

"You really have some balls talking to Dushane like that."

"I don't care about Dushane," I replied as I stood up and walked out of the cafe too.

As I walked out of the cafe, Lizzie and Dris were standing outside with their car parked on the side of the road.

Lizzie came over and hugged me tightly.

"What happened?" she asked as she pulled away from me.

"They took me from the museum," she replied as she started crying again.

I guided her to my black Range Rover, which was parked around the corner from the cafe.

As we walked, I kept a watchful eye out for Dushane's men.

Once we were inside the car, Lizzie explained what had happened.

"They grabbed me from behind while I was cataloging some artifacts in the back," she said, her voice shaking.

"They put a k##e to my throat and told me not to scream. Then they zip-tied my hands and took me away."

I could see the bruises on her wrists from the zip ties.

"I'm sorry this happened to you," I said, feeling a mix of anger and guilt.

"I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen again."

Lizzie nodded, wiping away tears with the back of her hand.

"Thank you," she whispered.

I started the engine and pulled away from the curb, checking my mirrors for any tails.

I drove Lizzie home and then headed to my armored house in South London.

I parked my Range Rover in the garage and closed the door behind me.

Then I went upstairs to the living room and poured myself a whiskey.

I sat down on the couch and sipped my drink, knowing that war was coming between my gang, Zero Tolerance, and Dushane's crew.

I had 20 soldiers ready to fight for me: Jamie, Kit, Farah, Simon, Tyrone, and 16 others.

Dushane had Dushane, Sully, Dris, Jaq, Romy, Rowmando, Kieron, Marcus, and their dealers.

It was South London vs. North London.

The tension was palpable as I gathered my crew in the living room, the weight of the impending conflict heavy in the air.

Jamie broke the silence first, his voice steady but laced with concern. "Mohamed, are we really ready for this? Dushane and Sully have been at this game a long time."

I nodded, meeting his gaze with determination. "We've got the numbers, Jamie. And more importantly, we've got something they don't—desperation."

Kit spoke up next, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and anticipation. "What's the plan, Mohamed? We going in g#s b###g?"

I shook my head, a calculated smile spreading across my face.

"No, Kit. We're going to hit them where it hurts the most."

Farah leaned forward, her eyes narrowing.

"And where exactly is that?"

I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers together as I outlined the plan.

"We're going to hit Summerhouse tonight. We'll take out their dealers and disrupt their supply chain. And then we'll see how they respond."

Simon nodded, a look of determination etched on his face.

"I'm in. When do we leave?"

I stood up, my voice steady and commanding.

"We leave now."

As we piled into three black Range Rovers, the tension was palpable.

We drove through the dark streets of London, the only sound the hum of the engines and the occasional distant siren.

The city was alive with energy, but our focus was laser-sharp on the task at hand. As we approached Summerhouse estate, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

We pulled up to the corner where Dushane's dealers usually worked, and I could see them huddled together, their eyes scanning the street for any signs of trouble.

I gave the signal, and we screeched to a halt in front of them.

My crew jumped out of the cars, their faces masked and their weapons drawn.

The dealers tried to run, but we were too fast.

Acid splashed against flesh as we d##d them with bottles of s###c acid.

Screams filled the air as they stumbled around, trying to escape the pain.

But it was too late.

The acid had already done its damage, leaving them scarred and disfigured for life. The night air was filled with the acrid smell of burning flesh as we continued our attack.

Blades flashed in the dim light of the street lamps as we sliced through anyone who dared to stand in our way.

We returned to Peckham, our mission accomplished.

My crew gathered around, reliving the night's events and laughing about the terror we had inflicted on our enemies.

I watched as they replayed the attack in their minds, their eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and fear.

"We yelled 'Zero Tolerance' as we attacked them," said Jamie, his voice filled with pride.

"I could hear them screaming for help as we left."

I nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across my face.

"Good work, guys. We sent a clear message tonight."

The next morning, I received reports that Dushane, Sully, Dris, Jaq, Kieron, and Rowmando had been hit with acid too.

Romy and Marcus had found twelve dead bodies with acid burns on Summerhouse estate.

It was clear that Dushane had received my message loud and clear.

Now it was time to wait for his response.

I drove to meet Lizzie at the museum parking lot.

She was standing by her Range Rover, and I parked my Audi next to it.

She got into my Audi and looked at me with a confused expression on her face.

"What's going on, Mohamed? Why did you attack them with acid?"

"I wanted to send a message," I replied, starting the engine.

"A message? By attacking them with acid? That's crazy."

I explained to her that I had two options: either attack Dushane and Sully directly at Summerhouse, which would be loud and attract police attention, or target their dealers and cripple their operations without violence.

She asked me if I had everything under control, and I assured her that I did.

I touched her leg, and she reminded me that what happened between us was a one-time thing.

I nodded in agreement, accepting her words.

She got out of my Audi and closed the door behind her.

I drove to our South London warehouse, where I found Leyton, Jamie, Kit, Farah, Simon, and Tyrone.

Leyton told me that he had tried to kill Sully at a graveyard in North London.

"You tried to kill Sully?"

I asked Leyton, my voice rising in anger.

"Why the fuck did you do that? I told you to lay low for a while."

Leyton shrugged, his eyes avoiding mine.

"I thought I had a good shot at taking him out."

"A good shot? You fucking missed!"

I slammed my fist against the wall, making everyone jump.

"Listen, Leyton. We're not playing games here. If you want to keep making money with us, then you need to follow orders."

Leyton finally nodded, his eyes dropping to the floor.

"Alright, alright. I fucked up. It won't happen again."

I turned to the others.

"Spread the word. Everyone needs to lay low for a while. Dushane and Sully are coming for us now."

I sat across from Jamie at Chicken Palace, watching as he dipped his fries in ketchup.

The fluorescent lights overhead cast harsh shadows on his face as he chewed slowly.

"What are you going to do about Leyton?"

Jamie asked, his voice low.

"He's fucked up twice now. How many chances is he going to get?"

I leaned back in the plastic chair, my fingers tapping against the greasy table.

"Leyton's got a big ego. He thinks he can take out Sully and prove himself worthy of running London."

Jamie shook his head, his eyes narrowing.

"But he keeps fucking up. What are you going to do about it?"

I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a cold whisper.

"Leyton only understands one thing: violence."

I pace the empty warehouse floor, my footsteps echoing off the concrete walls.

The only sound is the creaking of old machinery and the distant hum of a city that never sleeps.

"What's going on, Mohamed?"

Leyton asks, his voice shaking as he stands in front of me.

"Why are we all here?"

I turn to face him, my eyes cold and hard.

"You know why we're here, Leyton. You fucked up. Again."

Leyton's eyes dart around the room, taking in the sight of 40 of my gang members standing around us.

Jamie, Farah, Kit, Simon, and Tyrone stand by my side.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Leyton says, trying to play dumb.

"Don't play stupid," I snap.

"You sold drugs to an undercover cop. And you missed every single shot at Sully."

"I didn't know it was a cop," Leyton pleads.

"I swear, Mohamed. I had no idea."

I pull out my gun and point it at him.

"Your time is up, Leyton."

"No! Please!"

Leyton begs, falling to his knees.

"Please don't do this!"

I pull the trigger three times, shooting Leyton in the h#d and c##t.

I order my gang to clean up the blood-soaked floor.

As they work, I watch Jamie, Kit, Simon, Farah, and Tyrone nod in agreement with my decision.

They know that if we want to rule London's drug trade, we can't afford to have weak links like Leyton holding us back.

"Take his body and dump it in the dumpster on the corner," I instruct.

"And make sure no one sees you."

They drag Leyton's corpse out of the warehouse, leaving a trail of blood behind them.

I walked into Lizzie and Tom's house, handing her the money from our last drug sale.

She counted it in her museum office, confirming that it was all £200,000.

As she finished counting, I moved closer to her, kissing her neck and shoulders.

She kissed me back, and we went to her and Tom's bedroom, having s#x twice.

Afterwards, I touched her b###s and asked where she was going.

She told me to let go of her, insisting that our relationship was on her terms.

When I asked if Tom was cheating on her, she denied it.

I left her house, the taste of weed still lingering on my tongue.

I got into my black luxury Audi SUV and drove through the streets of South London.

The city lights blurred together as I thought about what Lizzie had said.

"Focus on selling drugs and fucking women," she had told me.

My phone buzzed with a text from two of my dealers, telling me they had spotted Sully with three men at a gas station in West London.

"Sully is at a gas station in West London with three men," the text read.

"We're watching them from across the street. What do you want us to do?"

I showed the text to Jamie, who was sitting next to me in the car.

"Let's go," I said, my voice filled with excitement.

"But don't kill Sully. We'll just kill his men and mess with his head."

Jamie nodded and started driving towards West London.

As we arrived at the gas station, I could see Sully and one of his men standing outside, while the other two were inside buying food.

Jamie parked the car across the street, and we watched as they finished their shopping and walked back outside.

I could see Sully talking to his men, gesturing animatedly with his hands.

I leaned out of the window and started shooting at them.

The two men who had been inside buying food fell to the ground instantly, their bodies riddled with bullets.

Sully and the other man tried to run for cover, but it was too late.

I shot him in the head before he could even move. Sully fired back at us, but our car was bulletproof.

He missed every shot, and we sped away from the scene before he could get a good look at our license plate number.

I yelled out in triumph as we drove away from the gas station.

"We got them! We got them!"

Jamie grinned at me from behind the wheel.

"Good job, Mohamed. You really know how to take care of business."

I leaned back in my seat and took a deep breath.

"We left Sully alive," I said, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me.

"Now he'll be all alone."

Jamie nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. And now he'll have no one to protect him."

I smiled to myself as I thought about what would happen next.

Sully would be on his own now, without any backup or support.

I walked into my South London house, not knowing that my life was about to change forever.

I went upstairs to my bedroom and started playing video games on my Xbox.

Suddenly, I heard police sirens blaring outside.

I looked out the window and saw a dozen police officers storming towards my house.

They burst through the front door, shouting at me to get down on the ground.

"What's going on?"

I asked them, confused and scared.

"Are you Mohamed Abdi?"

"Yes, I am," I replied.

"Do you have any weapons in the house?"

No, I don't.

"Can we search your house?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

The police officers began searching every room in the house, looking for evidence of drug dealing or other crimes.

They searched under my bed and found a yellow backpack filled with d##s and a g#n.

"I don't know anything about this," I said to them, trying to stay calm.

"I swear, it's not mine."

But it was too late. The police had already found enough evidence to arrest me and charge me with drug trafficking and possession of a firearm.

As they led me away in handcuffs, I realized that my life was over.

The world I built was crumbling, and all I could do was watch.

I sat in the police station's holding cell, my mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened.

How could Dushane and Sully have planted the drugs and gun in my house?

It was impossible.

But then again, they were smart and resourceful.

They had managed to stay one step ahead of me this whole time.

As the officers processed me, taking my fingerprints and mugshots, I tried to piece together what had happened.

I knew that I had been set up, but I didn't know how or why.

The only thing I knew was that I had to survive this.

I had to find a way out of here and continue my war against Dushane and Sully from behind bars.

I clenched my fists, determination burning in my chest.

I would not let them win.

I would not let them take everything away from me.

As I sat in the cell, waiting for my trial, I began to plot my next move.

I would start by gathering information about the prison system and finding ways to communicate with the outside world.

I would use every resource at my disposal to build a network of allies inside the prison walls.

And then, when the time was right, I would strike back at Dushane and Sully with all the force I could muster. The police officers handed me grey prison clothes and told me to change into them.

As I put on the clothes, they took my mugshots and fingerprinted me again.

Then they led me out of the police station and into a waiting van that took me to the prison.

The ride was long and uncomfortable, but I didn't care.

I was too busy thinking about what lay ahead of me.

When we arrived at the prison, they led me through security checks and into a cellblock where other inmates were waiting for me.

The guards handed me a blanket and told me to go to bed for the night.

As I lay down on the hard cot, I couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over me.

How did things come to this?

Just yesterday, I was living a life of luxury and power as one of London's top drug dealers.

And now, here I was, locked up in a prison cell with no way out. The next morning, they took me to court for my trial.

As I sat in front of the judge, he read out the charges against me: drug trafficking and possession of a firearm.

The judge's gavel struck the bench, sealing my fate with a life sentence.

I sat across from Dushane in the visiting room, surrounded by other inmates and their families.

He explained that he had a plan to merge our gangs, Zero Tolerance and Summerhouse, and end the violence.

By working together, we could increase our profits and become even more powerful than before.

I listened intently as he laid out his vision for the future of London's drug trade.

After he finished speaking, I asked him why I should trust him after everything that had happened between us.

He smiled and pulled out his phone, showing me a video of a hooded figure planting the drugs and gun in my house.

"I have this video," he said.

"If you agree to work with me and Sully, I'll give it to a judge and get you released."

I considered my options carefully.

If I agreed to work with Dushane and Sully, I would be able to get out of prison and continue my life as a drug dealer.

But if I refused, I would spend the rest of my life behind bars. After a few moments of silence, I finally made my decision.

"Fine," I said.

"I'll do it."

Dushane nodded and smiled at me.

"Good choice," he said.

As he walked away, I realized that my freedom came with a price I wasn't sure I could afford.

I stepped out of the courthouse, a free man with a recordless name.

Dushane's video evidence had done the trick, and I was finally able to put the past behind me.

As I walked out, I was greeted by Kit, Jamie, Farah, Tyrone, Simon, and my crew.

They all cheered and surrounded me, happy to see me again.

We got into our cars and drove back to South London, pulling up in front of our neighborhood.

I lit up a joint and passed it around as loud music blared from our cars.

We hugged each other and shook hands, celebrating my release.

As we continued to celebrate, I noticed Jaq, Kieron, and Romy walking towards us.

They approached our group and Jaq handed me a bottle of expensive champagne.

"This is from Dushane," she said.

"He wanted to give you a gift for your release."

Kit looked at her suspiciously.

"Is this a peace offering or something?"

Jaq shook her head.

"No, it's just a gift. He wanted to show his appreciation for your loyalty."

I took the bottle from her and thanked her for bringing it.

"Tell Dushane I appreciate it," I said.

"I'll see him tomorrow at Number One Cafe."

Jaq nodded and tried to give me a high-five, but I ignored her and turned away.

I watched as Jaq, Romy, and Kieron got back into their BMW and drove away.

Kit, Jamie, and the others continued to celebrate around me, but I was already thinking about tomorrow's meeting with Dushane.

I told Farah to gather as much information as she could about Dushane's recent moves.

I also instructed Tyrone and Simon to secure our territory in South London and make sure that no one from Summerhouse was trying to infiltrate our area.

As the night went on, we continued to celebrate my release.

I smoked another joint and thought about how I was going to navigate this new alliance with Dushane without losing control of my own gang.

Eventually, I decided to end the celebration early.

"Alright, let's go," I said to everyone.

"We have a lot of work to do tomorrow."

I walked into Number One Cafe, letting Kieron and Romy pat me down.

They found my gun, but didn't take it from me.

I walked inside and saw Dushane sitting at a corner table.

He was wearing a suit that looked like it cost thousands of dollars.

As I approached him, he smiled and motioned for me to sit down across from him.

"Thanks for coming," he said.

"I wanted to talk to you about our new business arrangement."

I nodded and took a seat, looking around the cafe.

It was strange to be back here after everything that had happened last year.

The last time I was in this place, Dushane had tried to kill me.

But now, we were supposed to be working together.

"So, how have things been going?" he asked.

I shrugged and leaned back in my chair.

"It's been good," I said.

"We've been making a lot of money and expanding our territory."

Dushane nodded and took a sip of his coffee.

"That's great to hear," he said.

"I've been doing well too. We haven't had any violence in months, and our profits are higher than ever."

He paused and looked at me seriously. "I know you're probably wondering why I called you here today," he said.

"I wanted to let you know that your crew has been working for us while you were locked up. They've been doing a great job, but I think it's time for you to take over again."

My jaw tightened as he spoke.

I didn't like the idea of my crew working for someone else while I was in prison.

But I knew that I had no choice but to accept the situation.

"Okay," I said finally.

"I'll take over again."

Dushane nodded and smiled at me.

"Good," he said.

"I'm glad we could come to an agreement. Now, let's talk about the details of our new partnership."

"I've found a new supplier from Paris named Olivier Dupont," he said.

"He's been providing us with high-quality drugs at a good price. I think you'll be happy with the deal."

I nodded and took a sip of my drink.

"That sounds good. But how much money are we talking about?"

Dushane smiled and leaned forward in his chair.

"We're making more than ever before. And with your crew on board, I think we can increase our profits even more."

I considered his words carefully.

I knew that working with Dushane would mean giving up some of my control over Zero Tolerance.

But it also meant that we could make more money than ever before.

"So, do you still agree to work for me?" he asked.

I looked around the cafe, wondering if anyone was listening to our conversation.

I could see Jaq, Kieron, and Romy sitting at another table, watching us closely.

I knew that they were loyal to Dushane, but I also knew that they were smart enough to see through any tricks he might be playing.

After a few moments of silence, I finally nodded my head in agreement.

"Fine," I said.

"I'll do it."

Dushane smirked at me and slid a phone across the table.

I grip the burner phone Dushane handed me, its plastic case still warm from his pocket.

The cafe's fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the worn formica table as I scroll through the pre-programmed numbers.

Jaq, Kieron, and Romy's eyes burn into my back from their table.

Jaq pulls up in her BMW, the engine purring smoothly as she parks in front of the Summerhouse trap house.

Jamie and I climb out, our footsteps echoing off the brick buildings as we follow her inside.

The air is thick with the smell of weed and sweat as we enter the dimly lit room.

Dushane, Sully, Romy, Kieron, Marcus, and Rowmando are all there, their eyes narrowing as we walk in.

For a moment, I think they're going to draw their guns on us, but Jaq steps forward quickly.

"Easy, he's on our side now," she says.

The tension eases slightly as they holster their weapons and nod at us.

I glance around the room, taking in the table covered with stacks of money and drugs: cocaine, meth, pills.

Jaq hands me a phone with a picture of a 23-year-old black woman with braids.

"Do you know her?" she asks.

I study the photo, trying to place the woman's face, but I don't recognize her.

Jamie shakes his head, too.

"Who is she?"

I ask.

"She killed Ats," Jaq says, her voice low and even.

"Ats? Who's that?"

Jamie asks, frowning.

"He was a 14-year-old kid who worked for us. Kit tried to kill him once."

Kit tried to kill him?

Why would she do that?

Before I can ask any more questions, Jaq speaks up again.

"I think you know why we're here," she says, glancing at Dushane and Sully.

"You were released from prison because of Dushane. And now, Ats is dead."

She pauses, letting the words sink in.

"So, what are you going to do about it?"

I feel a surge of anger at her implication, but I keep my cool.

"What are you saying? That I had something to do with Ats' death?"

Jaq shrugs.

"I'm not saying anything. But if you want to prove your loyalty to us, then you'll help us figure out who killed him."

I glance at Jamie, who looks just as confused as I am.

"I don't know anything about Ats or his death," I say finally.

"But if you need our help investigating, then we'll do what we can." Jaq nods, seeming satisfied with my answer.

"Good," she says.

"Now, let's talk business."

She pulls out a stack of cash and begins counting it out onto the table.

"We've got a lot of money coming in from our new supplier," she explains.

"But we need to make sure that we're distributing it evenly between Zero Tolerance and Summerhouse."

I watch as she divides the cash into two piles: one for Zero Tolerance and one for Summerhouse.

"Here's your cut," she says, pushing the Zero Tolerance pile towards me.

"And here's ours."

She pushes the Summerhouse pile towards Dushane and Sully.

Dushane nods his head in approval as he counts out the money.

"Good work," he says to Jaq.

"Now, let's get down to business."

The next few hours are spent discussing everything from drug shipments to territory disputes between Zero Tolerance and Summerhouse.

As the meeting wrapped up, I realized that in this world of shifting alliances and fragile truces, trust was a currency more valuable than any stack of cash.

I walked into Number One Cafe and saw Dushane and Sully arguing.

Their men were trying to separate them, but it was clear that things were getting heated.

I sat down across from Dushane, who was still visibly upset.

"The drug supply from Paris stopped coming," he said, his voice tight with frustration.

"I need you to go to Paris and meet our supplier, Olivier Dupont. He's not answering his phone, so I need you to figure out what's going on."

I nodded, taking in the information.

"Okay, when do I leave?"

Dushane looked at me, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Sully will go with you. He'll be your babysitter."

He chuckled at the thought of Sully as a babysitter.

I smiled politely, but I could tell that there was still tension between us.

Sully leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and smirked.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't get lost in the city of love," he said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes and replied, "Just make sure you keep up; I don't plan on sticking around longer than necessary."

I grip the steering wheel of my Audi SUV tightly as Sully sits silently beside me.

The three-hour journey through the Eurotunnel to Paris stretches out before us, and I can feel the tension between us thickening with each passing mile.

We don't speak, except for the occasional bark of directions from Sully's phone's GPS.

The only sound is the hum of the engine and the soft ping of notifications on our phones.

As we emerge from the tunnel and into the Parisian suburbs, Sully finally speaks up.

"Take a right up here," he says, his voice low and gravelly.

I follow his directions, navigating through the winding streets until we reach a large gated mansion in a wealthy neighborhood.

Two armed guards, a man and woman in tailored suits, stand at attention outside the entrance.

They eye us warily as we pull up, their hands resting on their holstered guns.

Sully rolls down his window and shows them a text message on his phone from Olivier Dupont.

The guards nod and wave us through, stepping aside to allow us to pass. As we drive up to the massive circular driveway, I see three more armed staff members standing guard near a large fountain.

They watch us closely as we park and exit the vehicle.

I notice security cameras mounted discreetly around the perimeter of the property, their lenses trained on us as we move.

I walk up the marble steps with Sully trailing behind me, both of us scanning our surroundings for any signs of danger.

At the top of the steps, we reach a pair of ornate double doors flanked by two more guards.

One of them, a tall man with an earpiece in his ear, steps forward and motions for us to stop.

"Please, turn around and put your hands on the wall," he says in a thick French accent.

Sully and I exchange a wary glance, but we comply with the guard's request.

The man pats us down thoroughly, checking our pockets and patting our legs and arms.

He confiscates our phones and places them in a small bag, but he misses the small blade hidden in my boot.

When he's satisfied that we're not armed, he motions for us to follow him inside. The marble foyer echoes with the sound of our footsteps as we walk across its gleaming surface.

The walls are adorned with expensive-looking artwork, and a crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling above us.

We pass through several hallways lined with more artwork and ornate furnishings until we reach a large wooden door at the end of one corridor.

The guard knocks twice on the door before opening it and gesturing for us to enter.

We step into a dimly lit study filled with rows of bookshelves lining one wall and a large desk in the center of the room.

But Olivier Dupont is nowhere to be seen; instead, his laptop sits open on his desk, displaying a live feed from one of his security cameras.

The guard closes the heavy wooden door behind us and locks it with a key.

The screen flickers, and Olivier's voice crackles through the speakers, "Welcome to Paris, gentlemen; let's discuss why you're really here."

I lean forward, peering at the screen as Olivier's face comes into view.

He's sitting in a dark room, his features illuminated only by the glow of his laptop screen.

I keep my eyes locked on the camera, knowing that he can see us too.

Sully moves to stand behind me, and I can feel his tension radiating off him in waves.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," Olivier says smoothly.

"I'm sure you're wondering why our shipments have been delayed. Well, let me tell you a story."

He leans back in his chair and steeples his fingers together as he begins to speak.

"You see, I had a bit of a problem with one of my competitors. He was trying to undercut my prices and steal my customers. So, I took care of it."

Olivier smirks, and I can see the glint of malice in his eyes even through the grainy video feed.

"I had him d#####d and sent his head to his family as a warning. Now they know not to mess with me." Sully shifts uncomfortably behind me at the mention of d#####n, but I keep my expression neutral.

I move closer to Olivier's laptop, lowering my voice to a whisper.

"I want to buy drugs from you, but not for Dushane or Sully. I want to start my own business."

Olivier raises an eyebrow at my words.

"So, you want to betray them?"

"Yes," I reply, my voice steady.

"And what makes you think I'll do business with you?"

"Because I have money, and you like money."

Olivier chuckles, clearly amused by my boldness.

"Very well, Mohamed Abdi. If you have the money, we can be partners in the future."

Sully steps forward, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at me.

"What are you two talking about?" he demands.

Olivier's voice drips with sincerity as he responds, "I was just telling Mohamed how much potential he has. He could be a great leader one day."

Sully's face darkens at the suggestion, but Olivier continues, undeterred.

"I think we could all benefit from working together. Mohamed, I'm sure you'll find our drugs to be of the highest quality."

He leans forward, his eyes glinting with intensity.

"And I'm confident that we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement."

As Olivier speaks, I notice Sully growing increasingly agitated behind me.

I can see the tension in his shoulders and the way his hand drifts towards his gun.

Suddenly, Sully draws his gun and shoots Olivier's laptop screen.

The screen shatters, and Olivier's voice cuts off abruptly.

"What the f#k did you do that for?"

I demand, turning to face him.

Sully smirks at me, his eyes glinting with malice.

"I don't trust him," he says simply.

I shake my head in disgust and turn back to face the broken laptop screen.

"Great job," I mutter under my breath. We leave Olivier's mansion and head back to London in our separate cars - Sully in his Range Rover and me in my black Audi SUV.

As we drive through the winding streets of Paris, I can't help but feel frustrated with Sully's actions.

He just shot the man who was supposed to be our new supplier without even giving him a chance to explain himself.

I know that Sully is a ruthless man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants, but this is ridiculous.

We're supposed to be partners in this business venture, not enemies.

I pull into Number One Cafe and park my car.

As I enter, I see Dushane sitting at a table, waiting for me.

I walk over and sit down across from him.

"So, what happened in Paris?" he asks, his voice low and serious.

"Sully killed Olivier," I reply, my voice steady.

"He shot him twice."

Dushane raises an eyebrow at this news.

"Why did he do that?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity.

"Olivier told me that he was going to stop supplying drugs to you," I explain.

"He said that I was trying to betray you by taking back my gang and business."

Dushane leans forward, his eyes narrowing.

"Were you trying to betray me?"

I shake my head, knowing that I can't tell him the truth.

"No, I wasn't," I lie.

Dushane nods, seeming to accept my answer.

"So, what are we going to do now?" he asks.

"We still need a supplier for our drugs."

I take a deep breath before answering.

"Don't worry about it. Louis Allard, Olivier's right-hand man, is now our supplier. He'll make sure we get the drugs we need."

Dushane nods, seeming to relax a bit.

"Good. But keep an eye on Sully. If he tries anything else like that, let me know immediately."

I nod in agreement, knowing that Dushane is right.

I met Kit at a quiet South London café to discuss Dexter's murder.

Kit explained that he had killed Dexter in a fit of rage after learning that he was responsible for Ats's death.

As we talked, I noticed that Kit's hands were shaking slightly, a sign of his nervousness.

"So, what happened with Dexter?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

Kit sighed and rubbed his temples.

"I lost control," he admitted.

"I couldn't believe that he was responsible for Ats's death. I just snapped."

I nodded understandingly.

"I know how you feel," I said.

"But we have to be careful. Dushane is going to be furious when he finds out that Dexter is dead."

Kit looked down at his coffee, his expression grim.

"I know," he said.

"I didn't think it through. I just reacted."

I leaned forward and placed a hand on his arm.

"It's okay," I said softly.

"We'll figure something out. But first, we need to talk about the yellow bag."

Kit looked up at me, his eyes wide with surprise.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"The yellow bag you planted in my house," I clarified.

"You know, the one with the drugs in it?"

Kit's face paled as he realized what I was talking about.

"Oh, shit," he muttered.

"I didn't mean to do that. I was just so scared after killing Dexter. I didn't know what else to do." I sighed and rubbed my temples again.

"Look, Kit, I understand that you were scared," I said patiently.

"But planting drugs in my house wasn't the answer. Now Dushane is going to think that I'm involved with Dexter's death."

Kit looked down at his coffee again, his expression filled with regret.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"I really am. I never meant to put you in danger."

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.

"It's okay," I said softly.

"We'll figure something out. But next time, just tell me the truth instead of trying to cover it up."

Kit nodded slowly, still looking down at his coffee.

"Okay," he said quietly.

I reached across the table and placed a hand on his arm again.

"It's going to be okay," I said reassuringly.

I met Dushane at Number One Cafe the next day.

He looked at me with a serious expression and asked, "Who killed Ats?"

I took a deep breath before answering, "It was Dexter, a West London drug dealer. He's dead now because Kit killed him after he found out that Ats planted the drugs and gun in my house on your orders."

Dushane cursed loudly, drawing the attention of others in the cafe.

"Fuck! I didn't expect that to happen," he said.

I nodded in agreement, knowing that this was not what he had planned.

"But now you have to prove your loyalty to me," he continued.

"I want you to k#l Kit. If you don't, I'll k#l you both."

I hesitated for a moment before responding, "Fine, I'll kill Kit."

Dushane nodded and left the cafe without saying another word.

I follow him out of the cafe, keeping a few steps behind.

He lights a cigarette and walks briskly towards his car.

I know that I have to kill Kit to prove my loyalty to Dushane, but I'm not sure how I'm going to do it.

As Dushane opens the door to his car, he turns and stares at me for a moment before getting in and driving away.

I pull out my phone and text Ali, asking him to set up a meeting with Kit at our South London warehouse tonight.

Ali responds quickly, confirming the meeting time with Kit.

I arrive at the warehouse early, the dim light casting long shadows across the concrete floor.

Kit enters cautiously, his eyes scanning the room before settling on me.

I stand there, my gun pointed at him.

He looks around nervously, then his eyes meet mine in the shadows.

"What are you doing, Mohamed?" he asks, his voice laced with confusion and fear.

"Dushane wants you dead," I reply, my hand steady but my heart heavy.

"I have to kill you, or he kills me."

Kit's face falls, his eyes filled with resignation.

"But I'm your third partner—it's me, you, and Jamie," he pleads.

I nod slowly, feeling the weight of betrayal.

"I know, but now it's me and Jamie with Dushane and Sully."

Kit sighs deeply, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Okay," he says softly.

I pull the trigger, the sound echoing through the warehouse as Kit falls to the ground.

Blood pools around his head as I watch him take his last breath.

Tears well up in my eyes as I remember our friendship—he was like a brother to me. I walk over to him and kneel down beside his body.

"I'm sorry, Kit," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat.

"I didn't want it to end like this."

I close his eyes and stand up, looking around the warehouse for anything that could be used to burn his body.

I find some g###e and pour it over him before s###g him on f#e.

The flames engulf Kit's body, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

As I watch, my phone buzzes in my pocket, breaking the silence.

It's a message from Jamie: "Did you do it?"

I text him back, "Yes, he's dead."

I also send a message to Dushane, informing him that Kit is no longer alive.

As the warehouse fills with smoke from Kit's burning body, I walk outside to get some fresh air.

I lean against the wall of the warehouse and stare up at the night sky, replaying the moment I pulled the trigger in my head.

The sound of sirens in the distance breaks me out of my thoughts.

I drive home to my armored house in London, the sound of Kit's body burning still echoing in my mind.

The next day, I meet Jaq at the Summerhouse trap house.

She looks worried as she tells me about her sister Lauryn and what Curtis and his crew from Liverpool have been doing to her.

"They're mistreating her," she says, her voice filled with concern.

"They won't let her leave the house or see anyone. They lock her in rooms and take away her phone and laptop."

I nod sympathetically, understanding how difficult this must be for her sister.

"We'll do everything we can to help," I assure her.

Dushane and Sully have already decided that we need to kill Curtis, Lily, and Harry.

They're the ones who have been mistreating Lauryn, and we can't let them get away with it.

I gather Jamie, Simon, Farah, and Tyrone at our South London warehouse to plan the hit.

We sit down around a table, discussing the best way to take out three people at once without any of them escaping.

"We need to make sure they don't have a chance to run," Jamie says, his voice filled with determination.

"I agree," I say, nodding in agreement.

"We can't let them get away."

Farah speaks up next, "I think we should use a s#####e. It's the best way to take them out quickly and quietly."

Tyrone nods in agreement, "Yeah, that's a good idea. We can position ourselves on the roof of the building across from their house. That way, we'll have a clear shot." "Okay," I say, making a decision.

"Farah and Tyrone will be the snipers. Jamie will drive us there. And Simon will help me break into their house."

Everyone nods in agreement, knowing their roles in the plan.

"Let's get ready," I say, standing up from my seat.

We all head out of the warehouse, determined to complete our mission successfully.

As we prepare for the hit, I hand out weapons to each member of the team.

"Remember," I say seriously, "we need to work together if we want to succeed."

Jamie looks at me, his eyes filled with determination.

"Don't worry, we've got this," he assures me.

I nod, feeling the weight of the task ahead.

I lead Simon to the back of Curtis's house while Jamie waits in the car.

Farah and Tyrone position themselves on the roof across the street, ready to take their shots.

I look up at Farah and give her a signal.

She nods, indicating that she's in position.

Simon and I quietly approach the back door, our guns drawn.

We wait for a few minutes until Jamie gives us the signal to move in.

Once we hear it, we kick open the door and enter the house.

I kick down the door and find Charles, Lily, and Harry beating Lauryn.

Without hesitation, I shoot all three of them in the head.

Lauryn starts crying and runs to me, hugging me tightly.

"Thank you," she says repeatedly.

After rescuing Lauryn, I sat with her in the living room of Curtis's house.

She looked at me with curiosity and asked, "What's your name?"

I smiled and replied, "Mohamed Abdi, but call me Mohamed."

She thanked me again, and I noticed that she had brown eyes, dark skin, a belly button piercing, and black hair.

She told me that she was 29 years old, and I shared that I was 24.

We continued to talk until we heard footsteps approaching.

Jaq, Dushane, Sully, Jamie, Farah, Tyrone, Simon, Kieron, Romy, Rowmando, and Marcus all entered the house.

I confirmed that I had killed Curtis, Lily, and Harry.

Lauryn assured me that she was safe now that I had protected her.

I sat with Lauryn in Curtis's living room.

She leaned closer to me, her brown eyes locked with mine.

"I owe you everything," she whispered, her breath warm against my face.

I nodded, feeling a connection between us.

She reached out and took my hand, her touch sending shivers down my spine.

I looked into her eyes, seeing a mix of gratitude and something else.

Jaq walked in and saw us holding hands.

"Okay, Mohamed, that's my sister," she said sternly.

"Move apart from her."

I let go of Lauryn's hand, but she whispered, "I want to see you again. I need to feel normal after today."

As our crews gathered around us, Lauryn stayed close to me.

I could feel the warmth of her body next to mine, a contrast to the violence we had just committed.

In that moment, I realized that amidst the chaos and bloodshed, a new chapter was beginning.

I sit with Lauryn on the blood-stained couch, her fingers still intertwined with mine.

Jaq had warned me to keep my distance, but I can't deny the connection I feel with her sister.

The crews move around us, bagging evidence and wiping surfaces clean.

Lauryn's hand trembles slightly as she leans closer, her breath warm against my neck.

"Stay with me tonight," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the commotion.

My heart races at her words, and I glance across the room at Jaq.

She's talking to Dushane, but her eyes are fixed on us.

I know she won't approve of this, but I can't resist Lauryn's touch.

As more crew members notice our closeness, they exchange knowing glances.

Lauryn squeezes my hand tighter, waiting for my response.

"I can't promise anything," I whisper back, glancing nervously at Jaq.

"But I won't leave you alone tonight."

Lauryn's eyes soften with relief, and she nods, understanding the risk we're both taking.

I wake up in Lauryn's bed, still fully clothed from the night before.

She stirs next to me, her eyes fluttering open.

"Good morning," she says softly.

I smile, gathering my gold watch and chain from the bedside table.

"Good morning," I reply, fastening the chain around my neck.

"I should get going. I have work today."

Lauryn sits up, her dark hair tangled from sleep.

She reaches for my phone on the counter and quickly adds her number.

"Take the day off," she says, handing it back to me with a smile.

I hesitate, knowing that skipping work with Dushane and Sully won't go unnoticed.

But Lauryn's smile is persuasive.

"What did you have in mind?"

I ask, tucking my phone into my pocket.

Lauryn throws off the covers and gets out of bed.

"I'll show you London," she says, heading to the bathroom.

As she closes the door behind her, I take out my phone and text Jamie: "Take care of today's deliveries. I'm taking a day off."

I follow Lauryn into the bathroom, watching as she brushes her teeth at the sink.

She's wearing my t-shirt from yesterday, and it hangs loose on her small frame.

Our eyes meet through the mirror, and I can see the toothpaste foaming in her mouth as she rinses.

It's a domestic moment, so different from the violence of last night.

When she turns to face me, there's still toothpaste on her lip.

I reach out and wipe it away with my thumb.

Lauryn catches my hand and pulls me closer.

We drove around London in my luxury Audi SUV, visiting some of my favorite spots.

Lauryn sat in the passenger seat, her long hair blowing in the wind as we cruised with the windows down.

We talked about everything from music to our favorite street artists.

I took her to a park where I often went to clear my head, and we sat on a bench together.

Lauryn turned to me and kissed me softly on the lips.

I kissed her back, feeling a connection growing between us.

After a while, we returned to her flat.

She locked the door behind us and led me straight to her bedroom.

We had s#x three times before finally getting dressed again.

As we lay on the bed, I lit a blunt and we got high smoking w#d together.

Now, we sit on the couch in her living room, eating takeout and watching TV.

Lauryn is telling me about a show called "Love is Blind UK" that she's been bingeing.

"It's so dramatic," she says, laughing.

"These people are crazy."

I nod, taking a bite of my food.

"I can see why you like it," I say.

"It's like a trainwreck that you can't look away from."

Lauryn smiles and leans against me.

"I know, right?" she says.

"I can't get enough of it."

We finish our food and continue watching the show.

It's actually pretty entertaining, and I find myself getting caught up in the drama.

As we're watching, the front door suddenly opens and Jaq walks in.

She looks at us with surprise and suspicion.

"What are you doing here?" she asks me. I quickly come up with a lie.

"Lauryn didn't want to be alone after last night," I say.

"She asked me to come over and keep her company."

Jaq looks at Lauryn, who nods in agreement.

"Yeah, that's right," Lauryn says.

"I didn't want to be alone after everything that happened."

Jaq narrows her eyes at me, clearly suspicious of my story.

But she doesn't push the issue any further.

"Fine," she says.

"But now that I'm here, you can leave."

I nod and stand up from the couch.

"Okay, no problem," I say.

Lauryn gets up too and walks me to the door.

"Thanks for coming over," she whispers to me as we say goodbye.

"No problem," I whisper back.

"We'll see each other again soon."

As I step out into the hallway, Jaq's gaze follows me, a silent warning hanging in the air.

I'm at home when my phone buzzes with a text from Lauryn.

"I can't stop thinking about you," she writes.

I smile, feeling a warmth in my chest.

I type out a quick response: "Want to see me again?"

She responds almost immediately: "Yes. Let's meet up tomorrow."

I agree and we make plans for the next day.

The next day, I get ready to meet Lauryn.

I choose a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt, pairing them with my favorite sneakers.

I run a hand through my hair and check myself in the mirror before heading out the door.

As I drive to the café where we're meeting, I can't help but replay our time together in my mind.

I remember the way her skin felt under my touch, the way her lips tasted when we kissed.

When I arrive at the café, I park my car and walk inside.

The place is quiet, with only a few people scattered around the tables.

Lauryn is already there, sitting at a corner table with a coffee in front of her.

She looks up and smiles as I approach.

"Hey," she says, "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show."

I sit down across from her, our hands brushing as I lean in closer.

"I couldn't stay away," I whisper.

She smiles again, her eyes meeting mine.

We both take a sip of our coffee before she speaks up.

"So, what's your favorite part of London?"

I think for a moment before answering.

"There are so many great places to explore here," I say.

"But if I had to pick one, I'd say it's the British Museum. There's just something about seeing all that history in person."

Lauryn nods enthusiastically.

"I love museums too," she says.

"I've been to the Natural History Museum a few times. It's amazing how much you can learn from those exhibits."

We continue talking about our favorite spots in London and sharing stories about our lives.

As we chat, I notice Lauryn glancing at the door every now and then, like she's waiting for someone.

I reach out and touch her hand gently, trying to reassure her that everything will be okay.

But even as we enjoy each other's company, I know that this can't last forever.

Eventually, Jaq will find out about us and put an end to it.

For now, though, we'll savor these moments together and make the most of our time. We finish our coffee and I order another round for us.

As we wait for our drinks to arrive, Lauryn leans back in her chair and looks around the café.

"It's nice here," she says.

"I've never been to this place before."

I nod in agreement.

"Yeah, it's one of my favorites too," I say.

"The atmosphere is always so relaxing."

Lauryn smiles again, her eyes shining with happiness.

"I'm glad you brought me here," she says softly.

I reach out and take her hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Me too," I say.

As we sit there holding hands, I feel a sense of contentment wash over me.

We sit there for a while longer, enjoying our coffee and each other's company.

Eventually, Lauryn glances at her watch and says, "I should probably get going soon."

I nod in understanding, knowing that she has to return to work.

As we stand up from our seats, I lean in and kiss her softly on the cheek.

"Thanks for meeting me today," I say.

"No problem," she replies with a smile.

"I had a great time."

We walk out of the café together, hand in hand.

As we step onto the sidewalk, I turn to her and ask, "Want to go somewhere else?"

She looks at me curiously but nods in agreement.

"Sure," she says.

I lead her down the street to a small nightclub that I know.

The music is loud and pulsating as we enter the club.

Lauryn looks around excitedly, clearly enjoying herself already. We make our way to the bar and order drinks.

I get a whiskey while Lauryn orders a d##y martini.

We take our drinks and head out onto the dance floor.

The music is fast-paced and energetic, with everyone around us dancing wildly.

Lauryn starts t###g against me, g###g her hips into mine as we move to the beat of the music.

I laugh and spin her around so that she's facing me now.

We continue dancing together, lost in the moment and forgetting about everything else around us.

As we dance, Lauryn leans in close to me and whispers something in my ear.

"I can't believe how much fun I'm having right now," she says.

I smile back at her and pull her closer to me as we continue dancing together. As we move across the dance floor, I can feel Lauryn's body pressed tightly against mine.

Her warmth radiates through my clothes, sending shivers down my spine.

I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her even closer as we continue dancing together. The music pulses through my veins like adrenaline, driving me forward with every beat.

I lose myself completely in the moment, forgetting about anything else except for the feeling of Lauryn's body against mine. The lights flash across the room like strobe lights, casting shadows on the walls as people dance around us.

In that moment, I realize that this is the calm before the storm.

I pull Lauryn even closer to me, whispering in her ear, "Let's make this night unforgettable."

She smiles up at me and nods in agreement.

The music reaches its climax and we continue dancing together, lost in the moment.

As the song ends, we make our way back to the bar for another round of drinks.

Lauryn looks at me with a smile on her face, her eyes shining brightly.

I know that she's enjoying herself just as much as I am.

We toast to the night ahead and clink our glasses together before taking a sip of our drinks.

As we stand there sipping our drinks, I can't help but notice how beautiful Lauryn looks tonight.

Her biracial skin glows under the flashing lights of the club, and her black hair falls in loose waves down her back.

As she dances, her belly button piercing catches my eye, shining brightly against her smooth skin.

I reach out and touch it gently, causing her to giggle with delight.

We continue talking and laughing together as we enjoy our drinks.

Eventually, the music changes and a slower song comes on.

I look at Lauryn and ask, "Want to dance?"

She nods eagerly and takes my hand as we head back out onto the dance floor.

This time, we dance even closer than before, our bodies pressed tightly together as we sway to the beat of the music.

I can feel Lauryn's heart pounding rapidly against my chest as we move together in perfect harmony.

As the song ends, I hold onto her hand tightly, not wanting this moment to end.

I look into her eyes and say, "I've never felt this way about anyone before."

Lauryn smiles up at me and replies, "Neither have I."

She smiles back at me and replies, "I know exactly what you mean."

We make our way to the exit of the club, holding hands tightly as we walk out into the cool night air.

As we approach my car, I stop and turn to face her.

I grab her neck and pull her close to me, pressing my lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

She responds eagerly, kissing me back with just as much intensity.

Our tongues intertwine as we deepen the kiss, our bodies pressed tightly together.

After a few moments, we finally pull away from each other, both of us breathing heavily.

Lauryn looks up at me with a smile on her face and says, "That was amazing."

I nod in agreement and reply, "Definitely one of the best nights I've had in a long time."

She nods in understanding and says, "Me too. I needed this after everything that happened with Curtis and his crew."

I frown slightly at the mention of Curtis's name but quickly regain my composure.

"Yeah, I can imagine," I say softly.

"I'm glad you're safe now." Lauryn nods again and says, "Me too. Thanks for saving me that day. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't shown up when you did."

I shrug my shoulders and say, "You're welcome. I'm just glad I could help."

She smiles at me again and says, "Well, thank you again. I really appreciate it."

I nod in response and say, "No problem. Now let's get you home so you can rest."

Lauryn nods in agreement and we both climb into my car.

As I drive her back to her flat in Summerhouse, she leans over and rests her head on my shoulder.

We ride in silence for a while until we reach her building.

When we pull up outside her flat, she turns to me and says, "Thank you again for tonight. It was definitely the best night I've had in months."

I smile back at her and say, "Anytime. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

She nods in agreement and then leans over to give me a quick kiss on the cheek before getting out of the car.

I watch as she walks up the steps to her front door and disappears inside.

As soon as she's gone, I start the engine and drive away from the curb.

I make my way back to my own flat, lost in thought about how much fun we had tonight.

The next morning, I wake up early and get ready for the day.

I have a meeting with Dushane and some of the other guys at our warehouse.

As I arrive at the warehouse, I see Dushane, Sully, Jaq, Marcus, Kieron, Romy, Rowmando, Jamie, Farah, Tyrone, Simon, and a few others already there.

I walk in and greet everyone before taking my seat at the front of the room.

Dushane stands up and begins speaking, explaining that we're going to be expanding our territory into East London soon.

He tells us that we've received a new shipment of 100 kilos of cocaine from Louis Allard in Paris and that we need to figure out how to distribute it effectively.

Sully speaks up next, explaining that we'll be working with some of the local gangs in East London to help us sell the drugs.

He also mentions that there's a rival gang leader named Mustafa Yilmaz who controls most of the territory in East London and that we'll need to find a way to take him down if we want to succeed.

Dushane asks for my opinion on how we should handle Mustafa and his crew.

I think about it for a moment before responding, "Well, I've had some experience dealing with Mustafa in the past. He's a ruthless guy who won't hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. But I also know that he has a weakness for women, so maybe we could use that to our advantage somehow."

Dushane nods thoughtfully and says, "That's a good idea. We'll definitely consider using that tactic against him. But first, let's focus on getting our drugs distributed throughout the city. Once we have a solid foothold here, then we can start thinking about taking down Mustafa." Everyone nods in agreement and begins discussing the details of our plan.

After a few minutes, Dushane stands up again and says, "Alright guys, let's get to work. We've got a lot of ground to cover before we can start selling these drugs."

We all stand up and begin making our way out of the warehouse.

As I walk towards the door, Sully stops me and says, "Hey man, thanks for coming today. I know you've been busy lately with other things."

I nod in response and say, "No problem. I'm always happy to help out whenever I can."

Sully smiles at me and says, "I appreciate it. Now let's go get some food. I'm starving after all this talk about drugs."

I laugh at him and say, "Sure thing. Let's go grab something to eat."

We both exit the warehouse together and head off towards the nearest restaurant.

I follow Sully into the Turkish restaurant, scanning the dimly lit space as kebab smoke fills the air.

The smell of spices and grilled meat wafts through the room, making my stomach growl with hunger.

We make our way to a table near the back, taking seats on either side of a small wooden table.

As we sit down, I notice a group of men sitting in the corner, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of candles.

One of them catches my eye - Mustafa Yilmaz, a notorious crime lord from East London.

He's a tall, muscular man with dark hair and piercing brown eyes.

His presence sends a shiver down my spine as he watches us with narrowed eyes.

Mustafa is known for his ruthless tactics and has been involved in several violent altercations in the past.

I can't help but wonder what he's doing here, especially since we're planning to expand our territory into his area soon. Sully notices my gaze and follows it to Mustafa's table.

He raises an eyebrow at me and whispers, "What's going on?"

I lean in closer to him and say, "That's Mustafa Yilmaz over there. He's a big player in East London."

Sully nods thoughtfully and says, "Oh yeah? Well, maybe we should go say hello then."

I shake my head at him and say, "No way. That guy is trouble. Let's just keep our distance for now."

Sully looks disappointed but agrees with me.

We both turn our attention back to the menu, trying to ignore Mustafa's presence as much as possible.

As we wait for our food to arrive, I can't help but steal glances at Mustafa every now and then.

He seems to be watching us just as closely, his eyes darting between Sully and me whenever he thinks we're not looking.

It's clear that he knows who we are and what we're up to. After a few minutes, our food arrives and we begin eating.

I try to focus on my meal but find myself constantly looking over at Mustafa instead.

He seems to be enjoying his own food just fine, laughing and joking with his friends like nothing is wrong.

But I know better than to trust him.

As we finish up our meals and prepare to leave, Mustafa stands up from his seat and approaches our table.

His two men stand up with him, their hands hidden under the table like they're holding guns or knives or something else dangerous.

I rise slowly from my chair as Mustafa walks towards us, his men following closely behind him.

The other customers in the restaurant continue eating and chatting like nothing is happening, completely oblivious to the tension building between us.

Sully stays seated but I notice his hand moving towards his waistband like he's reaching for a gun too.

Mustafa stops three feet away from our table, his eyes locked on mine.

His men position themselves on either side of him, blocking off any potential escape routes.

I keep my eyes fixed on Mustafa as I ask him what he wants, trying to sound calm and confident despite the fear racing through my veins.

Mustafa smirks, leaning in slightly as he says, "Just a friendly warning—stay out of East London."

I maintain steady eye contact with him as I slide my hand towards the waistband of my pants, feeling the weight of my gun against my leg.

The other patrons in the restaurant continue eating and talking, completely unaware of the potential conflict brewing between us.

Mustafa's men shift their weight from one foot to another, their hands still hidden beneath their jackets like they're ready to pull out weapons at any moment.

I can see Sully's fingers drumming against his thigh near where he keeps his own gun hidden, a subtle sign that he's preparing for a fight too.

I follow Mustafa and his two dealers out of the Turkish restaurant, keeping a safe distance as they walk down the street.

Sully trails behind me, staying close enough to provide backup if needed but far enough away not to draw attention from Mustafa's crew.

The dimly lit street stretches out before us like a dark canvas, punctuated by flickering streetlights that cast long shadows across the pavement.

Mustafa and his men move swiftly, their footsteps echoing off the buildings as they make their way deeper into the heart of East London.

I keep my eyes fixed on them, my hand resting casually against the butt of my gun in case things escalate quickly.

Sully follows my lead, his own hand hovering near his weapon as we navigate the narrow alleys and side streets.

We keep a steady pace, careful not to get too close or too far away from our targets.

Mustafa seems to be leading us on a wild goose chase through the city, taking sharp turns and cutting down backstreets whenever he thinks we might be getting too close. I signal Sully with a quick nod of my head, indicating that we should split up for a moment.

He knows what I mean without needing further explanation – he'll take a shortcut through an alleyway while I continue following Mustafa and his men directly.

We'll meet back up at the next intersection, hopefully catching our targets off guard when we do.

Sully disappears into the darkness of an alleyway to our left, leaving me alone to trail Mustafa's crew for now.

I pick up my pace slightly, trying to stay within sight of them without being noticed.

Mustafa leads his men down another side street before turning abruptly onto a busier thoroughfare.

I quicken my steps even more, determined not to lose them in the crowd of people rushing past each other on the sidewalk.

As I round the corner onto the main road, I see Mustafa and his men walking briskly towards a small park at the end of the block.

They seem oblivious to my presence behind them, too focused on reaching their destination to notice anyone following closely. Suddenly, Sully emerges from an alleyway ahead of me, blocking Mustafa's path with his imposing figure.

Mustafa stops short in surprise, looking between Sully and me with narrowed eyes as he realizes we've got him cornered now.

His two dealers instinctively reach for their guns but before they can pull them out of their holsters, I've already drawn my own weapon and trained it squarely at Mustafa's chest.

I keep my gun aimed at Mustafa's chest as he stands frozen in the middle of the park.

Sully positions himself a few feet ahead of me, his own weapon drawn and ready to fire if necessary.

Mustafa's men hesitate for a moment, their hands still hidden under the jackets like they're not sure what to do next.

I take a deep breath, focusing my attention solely on Mustafa as I prepare to pull the trigger.

The cool night air fills my lungs, and I can feel the weight of the gun in my hand.

I slowly squeeze the trigger, feeling the recoil as the bullet leaves the barrel and hits Mustafa squarely in the chest.

He crumples to the ground, blood pooling around his head as Sully quickly fires two more shots at the other two dealers, dropping them instantly. We stand over their bodies for a moment, making sure they're all dead before holstering our guns and walking away from the scene.

I meet Dushane and Sully at our South London warehouse the next morning, eager to discuss the next steps in taking over Mustafa's territory.

We gather around a large table, pouring over maps of East London and strategizing how to expand our reach without alerting the authorities.

Dushane leans back in his chair, his eyes scanning the room as he asks me what I think we should do now that Mustafa is dead.

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts before speaking.

"I think we should use Mustafa's existing network to our advantage," I say finally.

"Take over his dealers and distributors, and use them to expand our territory into East London."

Dushane nods thoughtfully, considering my suggestion.

Sully frowns slightly, clearly still wary of me after last night's events.

But he doesn't object outright, seeming more focused on finding a way forward than dwelling on past conflicts. "I agree with you," Dushane says after a moment of silence.

"But we need to make sure we split the territory evenly between us. We can't let one person have too much control."

I nod in agreement, knowing that Dushane is right.

We can't afford to let power struggles tear us apart now that we've finally eliminated Mustafa as a threat.

Sully grunts his assent as well, though it's clear he still has reservations about trusting me completely.

We spend the next few hours discussing details and making plans for how to take over Mustafa's operation without alerting the police or other rival gangs.

By the time we finish meeting, I feel a sense of accomplishment wash over me – we've taken a significant step towards expanding our territory and securing our future in the criminal underworld.

As I leave the warehouse and head back towards my flat, I can't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that I played a key role in making this happen. I pull out my phone and dial Jamie's number as soon as I'm outside the warehouse.

He answers on the first ring, sounding alert despite the early hour of the morning.

"What's up?" he asks gruffly.

"We're meeting with Mustafa's crew later today," I explain quickly.

"I need you to get some men together in case things go south."

Jamie grunts his understanding, promising to have everything ready by noon.

I hang up and slide my phone back into my pocket, feeling more confident about our chances of success now that Jamie is involved.

I arrive at the meeting spot a few minutes early, scanning the area for any signs of Mustafa's crew.

They're already waiting for me, standing in a tight cluster with tense expressions on their faces.

I approach them slowly, keeping my hands visible and my eyes locked on their leader.

He looks nervous, glancing around the street like he's worried someone might be watching us from a distance.

I stop a few feet away from him and nod in greeting.

"Thanks for coming," I say calmly.

The leader of Mustafa's crew shifts his weight from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

"We don't want any trouble," he says finally.

"But we can't just let you take over our territory without a fight."

I nod sympathetically, understanding his perspective.

"I'm not looking for a fight either," I explain patiently.

"That's why I'm giving you an ultimatum. Join us, or leave London."

The leader of Mustafa's crew snorts derisively.

"You think we're just going to give up our territory that easily?"

I shrug, keeping my expression neutral.

"It's your choice. But if you refuse, then we'll have no choice but to take it by force."

The leader of Mustafa's crew clenches his jaw tightly, clearly trying to decide what to do next.

After a moment, he speaks up again.

"Fine," he says gruffly.

"We'll join you. But we're not leaving East London. It's our territory now."

I nod slowly, considering his words.

"Okay," I say finally.

"But remember – if you betray us, there will be consequences."

The leader of Mustafa's crew nods curtly, seeming to accept my terms.

I turn and walk away from him, feeling a sense of relief wash over me now that the situation has been resolved peacefully. I hear footsteps behind me and turn around quickly, seeing Jamie approaching with his g#n drawn.

Before I can react, Jamie fires his weapon and hits the leader of Mustafa's crew in the head.

The man crumples to the ground instantly, blood pooling around his body as Jamie turns to face me.

"He was going to betray us," Jamie explains calmly.

"I couldn't let that happen."

I stare at him in shock for a moment before regaining my composure.

"Thanks for taking care of it," I say finally, trying to keep my voice steady despite the adrenaline still pumping through my veins.

Jamie nods curtly and holsters his gun before turning back towards the rest of Mustafa's crew.

They're all staring at us in horror now, their faces pale with fear as they realize what just happened.

"Do any of you have a problem with this?" Jamie asks loudly, his voice carrying across the street as he gestures towards the body lying on the ground behind him. The members of Mustafa's crew all shake their heads quickly, clearly terrified of what might happen if they speak up against us now.

Jamie nods once more before turning and walking away from them too.

I catch up to Jamie, my voice low and tense.

"Was that really necessary?" I ask, trying to keep my anger in check.

Jamie glances at me, his expression unyielding. "You know as well as I do, we can't afford any loose ends."

I arrive at Summerhouse to find the police surrounding Kieron as they prepare to deport him.

I quickly pull out my phone and start dialing numbers, calling Jaq, Jamie, Farah, Simon, Tyrone, Romy, Rowmando, Marcus, and anyone else I can think of who might be able to help us stop this from happening.

Within minutes, people begin arriving at the estate, all of them angry and determined to fight back against the authorities.

We organize a protest on the spot, some of us holding signs and chanting slogans while others throw b###s and r##s at the police officers trying to keep us back.

I stand at the front of the crowd, leading everyone in our demands for Kieron's release.

The police try to use their batons and shields to push us away, but we refuse to back down.

As the situation escalates further, I see Kieron being pushed into a van by several officers.

I know we have to act fast, so I step forward and make the call that will change everything.

I arrive at Summerhouse and see the police surrounding Kieron as they prepare to deport him.

I quickly pull out my phone and start dialling numbers, calling Jaq, Jamie, Farah, Simon, Tyrone, Romy, Rowmando, Marcus and anyone else I can think of who might be able to help us stop this from happening.

Within minutes, people begin arriving at the estate, all of them angry and determined to fight back against the authorities.

We organize a protest on the spot, some of us holding signs and chanting slogans while others throw b###s and r##s at the police officers trying to keep us back.

I stand at the front of the crowd, leading everyone in our demands for Kieron's release.

The police try to use their batons and shields to push us away, but we refuse to back down.

As the situation escalates further, I see Kieron being pushed into a van by several officers.

I stand amidst the chaos at Summerhouse, watching as the police force Kieron into a van and prepare to take him away.

The crowd around me is getting more agitated by the second, shouting and throwing objects at the officers trying to keep us back.

I know we need to act fast if we're going to stop this from happening.

I look around at the people gathered around me, my crew and friends all ready to do whatever it takes to save Kieron.

I see Jamie, Farah, Tyrone, Jaq, Romy, Rowmando, and Marcus all standing there with determined looks on their faces.

I know I can count on them to help me get Kieron out of this situation alive.

As the police push Kieron towards the van, I pull out my gun and take aim at the t##s.

I fire several shots, watching as they explode one by one.

The officers surrounding Kieron look up in surprise, their eyes widening as they realize what's happening.

I quickly shoot out the windows of the van next, making sure they can't drive away even if they wanted to.

Finally, I aim my gun at the lock on the back door of the van and pull the trigger.

The sound of metal scraping against metal echoes through the air as the lock disengages and the door swings open. Kieron stumbles out of the van, looking around in confusion as he tries to make sense of what's going on.

I run over to him and grab his arm, pulling him towards me.

"Come on," I shout above the din of the crowd.

"We have to get you out of here."

Kieron nods numbly, still looking dazed from everything that's happened so far.

We make our way back through the crowd, pushing past people who are trying to get closer to the police line.

As we move further away from the van, I can hear the officers shouting at us to stop and threatening to arrest anyone who interferes with their duties.

But nobody pays any attention to them – we're all too focused on getting Kieron to safety.

Once we reach a safe distance from the police line, I turn around and face Kieron again.

"Are you okay?" I ask him gently. He nods slowly, his eyes still wide with fear.

"Yeah," he says quietly.

"I think so."

I put my hand on his shoulder and squeeze it reassuringly.

"You're going to be fine," I tell him firmly.

"We're not going to let anything happen to you."

He nods again, seeming to relax a little bit now that he knows he's safe for the moment.

I look back over at the police line and see that they're starting to move forward again, trying to push their way through the crowd towards us.

I know we can't stay here much longer – we have to find a way to stop them before they reach us. "Let him stay!"

I shout, standing my ground as the lead officer threatens to arrest everyone in sight if they can't take Kieron away.

"If you take him, then both our neighborhoods will come after you. We'll hunt down every i#####n p##e o###r and k#l them."

The officers hesitate for a moment, clearly weighing their options.

They know that they don't have enough manpower to take on the entire neighborhood, and they're not sure if they want to risk getting hurt in the process.

After a tense moment of silence, the lead officer finally gives up and orders his men to retreat.

They turn around and walk back towards their vans, leaving Kieron with us.

As soon as they're gone, Kieron breaks down into tears, sobbing uncontrollably as he hugs me tightly.

"Thank you," he says over and over again.

"I owe you my life."

I pat him on the back and tell him it's okay, that we're all in this together. He pulls away from me after a few moments and looks around at the rest of us.

Kieron wipes his eyes, trying to regain his composure.

"How did you manage to get everyone here so fast?" he asks, his voice still shaky.

I smile slightly, nodding towards Jamie and the others. "We stick together, Kieron. That's how we survive."

We all go to a club to celebrate Kieron's release, dancing and drinking into the night.

Kieron thanks us for standing up for him, and I tell him it's no big deal.

"You're one of us now," I say, clapping him on the shoulder.

"We take care of our own."

As we party, a woman comes up to Jaq and tries to flirt with her.

Jaq politely declines, explaining that she's not interested in men.

The woman looks surprised but quickly recovers.

"Okay, no problem," she says with a smile.

"I just thought you were really cute."

Jaq smiles back at her and thanks her for the compliment, but she makes it clear that she's not interested in pursuing anything further.

Jaq thanks her and turns back to us, rolling her eyes good-naturedly.

"Women," she says with a laugh.

"They can be so persistent sometimes."

We all chuckle at this, continuing to enjoy ourselves as we celebrate Kieron's newfound freedom.

I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache, my mouth feeling dry and sour from all the alcohol I consumed last night.

I groan softly to myself as I roll over onto my side and try to remember what happened after we left the club.

I vaguely recall getting into a car with some friends and driving around for a while, but everything else is a blur.

I sit up slowly and look around the room, trying to figure out where I am.

I'm not at home, that much is clear – I don't recognize any of the furniture or decorations in this room.

I must have crashed at someone else's place after the party. I stand up and make my way over to the bathroom, turning on the faucet and splashing some water onto my face in an attempt to wake myself up.

As I pat my face dry with a towel, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and wince at how rough I look.

My eyes are bloodshot and puffy from lack of sleep, and my hair is sticking up in every direction like I just rolled out of bed.

I run my hands through it in an effort to tame it down, but it doesn't seem to make much difference.

I sigh heavily and turn away from the mirror, deciding that there's nothing more I can do about my appearance right now.

Instead, I focus on finding some clothes and getting dressed so I can go home and take care of myself properly. As soon as I get back to my flat, I head straight for the shower and turn on the hot water.

I stand under the spray for several minutes, letting it wash away all the dirt and grime from last night's adventures.

When I finally emerge from the bathroom feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, I notice that there's a text message waiting for me on my phone.

It's from Lauryn – she wants to meet up later today so we can hang out together again.

I smile as I read her message, excited at the prospect of seeing her again soon.

I reply to her text, suggesting that we meet up at a café near my place at 2 PM.

I spend the rest of the morning relaxing and catching up on some work before heading out to meet Lauryn.

When I arrive at the café, she's already there waiting for me with two coffees in hand.

She smiles brightly when she sees me and gives me a quick hug before we sit down at a table together.

"How are you feeling today?" she asks, looking concerned.

"I heard about what happened last night. Are you okay?"

I nod, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I say with a small smile.

"Just a little hungover from all the drinking we did."

She nods sympathetically, reaching out to touch my arm.

"Well, let's hope you're feeling better soon," she says softly.

I smile back at her, grateful for her concern.

"Thanks, Lauryn. That means a lot coming from you."

We chat for a while longer over our coffees, discussing everything from school to music to movies.

It feels good to be able to talk openly with someone who understands me so well – it's been a long time since I've had a friend like that. After finishing our drinks, we decide to take a walk around town together.

The sun is shining brightly overhead, casting a warm glow over the entire city.

As we stroll along the sidewalk, Lauryn points out various landmarks and attractions that she thinks I might find interesting.

I listen intently as she talks, enjoying the sound of her voice and the way she moves with such grace and confidence.

Eventually, we make our way back to the café where we first met and order another round of drinks.

As we sit down at a table again, Lauryn turns to me with a curious expression on her face.

"So," she says quietly, "what do you think about us?"

I look at her in surprise for a moment before realizing what she means.

"Oh," I say with a chuckle, shaking my head slightly.

"I'm sorry – I didn't catch that."

She laughs too, reaching out to pat my hand reassuringly. "It's okay," she says with a smile.

"I was just wondering if maybe we could go out sometime soon? Maybe grab dinner or see a movie together?"

My heart skips a beat as I hear her words – I hadn't expected this conversation to come up so quickly!

But then again, why not?

We've already had a great time together today, and I know that I want to spend more time with her in the future.

So why wait any longer?

"Sure," I say finally, trying to sound calm despite my excitement.

"That sounds like a lot of fun."

Lauryn grins at me, clearly pleased with my response.

"Great!" she exclaims.

"When were you thinking?"

I shrug, feeling a little nervous now that the moment has arrived.

"I don't know – whenever you're free, I guess."

She nods thoughtfully, tapping her fingers against the table as she considers our options.

"How about right now?" she asks suddenly, looking up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

I stare at her for a second, unsure if she's serious or not.

But then I see the playful smile spreading across her face and realize that she's completely serious.

"Are you sure?" I ask hesitantly, not wanting to assume anything.

She nods again, this time more firmly.

"Yes, I'm positive. Let's go on a proper date tonight!"

I can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm – it's infectious!

And besides, what better way to celebrate our newfound connection than by going out together immediately?

"Okay," I say finally, standing up from my seat and holding out my hand for her to take.

"Let's do it!"

We make our way over to the cinema and buy tickets for a new rom-com movie that just came out last week.

As we wait in line to get our snacks, Lauryn leans over and whispers something in my ear that makes me blush bright red.

"I can't believe you said that," I whisper back, trying to hide my embarrassment.

She just giggles and nudges me playfully with her elbow before turning around to face the concession stand again. Once we have our food and drinks in hand, we head into the theater and find two seats near the back row where we can sit comfortably without being disturbed by anyone else.

As soon as the lights dim and the movie starts playing on screen, Lauryn snuggles up close beside me and rests her head against my shoulder.

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her even closer so we can both feel each other's warmth throughout the entire film.

The movie is hilarious – it's about two best friends who accidentally fall in love after getting drunk together one night and waking up married the next morning!

As the credits roll, Lauryn turns to me with a thoughtful expression.

"You know," she says softly, "I think there's something about us that's kind of like them."

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "You mean we're going to wake up married tomorrow?"

She laughs at this comparison, shaking her head.

"No, silly," she says with a smile.

"I mean we're both spontaneous and adventurous, always looking for new experiences and never wanting to settle down too quickly. We're perfect for each other!"

I grin back at her, feeling happy that she sees things this way too.

"You're right," I say, leaning in to kiss her gently on the lips.

"Let's keep being spontaneous together then."

We leave the theater hand-in-hand and walk over to a nearby diner where we can grab a late-night snack before heading home.

As we sit down at a booth inside, Lauryn looks across the table at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"So," she says teasingly, "what do you think our future holds?"

I laugh at her question, knowing exactly where she's going with this.

"Well," I say with a smirk, "I think we'll probably end up getting married someday soon."

She gasps dramatically, covering her mouth with her hand in mock surprise.

"Oh my god!" she exclaims loudly enough for everyone around us to hear.

"You're so romantic!"

I chuckle at her reaction, feeling grateful that we can joke around like this together.

"Yeah, well," I say casually, "I guess I just know what I want when I see it."

Lauryn smiles at me warmly, reaching out to touch my hand across the table.

"I feel the same way about you," she says sincerely. We order burgers and fries from the menu and wait patiently for our food to arrive.

While we're waiting, Lauryn starts telling me more about herself and what she likes to do for fun.

I listen intently as she talks, enjoying hearing about all the different hobbies and interests she has outside of school.

When our food finally comes out, we dig in eagerly and continue talking while we eat.

After finishing our meals, I pay the bill and we leave the diner together once again.

This time though, instead of walking back to my car like before, Lauryn takes my hand and leads me toward her apartment building nearby.

"Come on," she says with a smile, pulling me along behind her.

"I want to show you something."

I follow her willingly, curious about what she has planned next.

When we reach the front door of her building, she unlocks it and pulls me inside with her.

We take the elevator up to her floor and walk down the hallway until we reach her apartment.

She unlocks the door and pushes it open, gesturing for me to enter first.

As soon as I step inside, she closes the door behind us and turns around to face me with a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

"So," she says playfully, "what do you think?"

I look around at the room, taking in all the different decorations and furniture that fill every corner.

It's clear that Lauryn has put a lot of thought into designing this space to reflect her personality perfectly. "It's amazing," I say sincerely, turning back to look at her again.

"You have great taste."

She laughs at my compliment, blushing slightly from embarrassment.

"Thanks," she says shyly, looking down at the ground for a moment before meeting my gaze once more.

"I'm glad you like it."

I smile back at her, feeling happy that we can be ourselves around each other like this.

"Yeah," I say softly, "me too."

We stand there together in silence for a few seconds longer, enjoying each other's company without needing to say anything else.

Finally though, Lauryn breaks the silence by speaking up again.

"So," she says quietly, "do you want to stay here tonight?"

I raise an eyebrow at her question, surprised by how forward she's being now.

But then again, why not?

We've already had such a great time together today – there's no reason not to keep things going even further!

"Sure," I reply finally, nodding my head in agreement.

"I'd love to." The next day I'm out selling d##s in Peckham with my gang for Dushane and Sully when Jaq comes up to me with a frown on her face.

"What's wrong?"

I ask her curiously as she approaches me on the street corner where we're standing.

"You look upset."

She narrows her eyes at me suspiciously before speaking again.

"You know exactly why I'm upset," she says angrily, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Don't play dumb with me."

I shrug, pretending like I have no idea what she's talking about.

"I don't know what you're referring to," I say innocently.

She glares at me even harder now, clearly not buying my act.

"Stop lying to me!" she snaps, stepping closer to me so we can talk more privately.

"I saw you with Lauryn yesterday. What's going on between you two?"

I sigh heavily, realizing there's no point in denying anything anymore.

"Fine," I admit reluctantly, "we're dating."

Jaq stares at me in disbelief for a moment before responding.

"You're stupid," she says bluntly, shaking her head in disgust.

"Do you realize how dangerous this could be for both of you?"

I frown back at her, feeling defensive now.

"What do you mean?"

She rolls her eyes at my ignorance.

"You know exactly what I mean," she repeats, "we're drug dealers! We're criminals! And now you're putting Lauryn in harm's way by associating with us!"

I take a deep breath and try to explain things better to Jaq so she understands where I'm coming from. "Listen," I say calmly, "I know that what we do isn't exactly legal or safe. But Lauryn knows all about it too – she's not naive like some people might think. And besides, we really like each other. We've been spending a lot of time together lately and it feels right."

Jaq sighs heavily again, looking unconvinced by my words.

"Okay," she says finally, "but please be careful with her. She's my sister and I don't want anything bad happening to her because of us."

"I promise I'll take care of her," I assure Jaq sincerely.

"She means everything to me now."

Jaq nods once more before turning away from me and walking back over to the rest of our gang members waiting nearby.

As soon as she's gone, Jamie comes up to me with a curious expression on his face.

"What was that all about?" he asks quietly so nobody else can hear us talking.

I glance around cautiously before answering him honestly.

"Jaq found out about Lauryn and me," I explain softly.

"She wasn't happy about it at first but eventually came around once I told her how much Lauryn means to me."

Jamie nods, a knowing look in his eyes. "Just make sure you don't let your guard down."

I lean against a brick wall in Peckham with Jaq, both of us watching as our dealers work the corner.

She's still tense after our argument about Lauryn earlier today, but I can tell she's starting to come around now that we've had some time apart.

"Listen," I say softly, turning to face her directly.

"I know you're still upset about what happened between me and Lauryn, but I want you to know that I'm not going to let anything bad happen to her. She means too much to me already."

Jaq looks at me skeptically for a moment before responding.

"How do I know you'll keep your word?" she asks quietly.

I take a deep breath and try to reassure her as best I can.

"Because I promised you, Jaq," I say sincerely.

"And besides, Lauryn knows all about our business too. She's not some innocent girl who doesn't understand what we do."

Jaq nods slowly, seeming to accept my explanation.

"Okay," she says finally, "but please be careful with her. She's my sister and I don't want anything bad happening to her because of us."

I smile slightly at this, feeling grateful that Jaq is starting to trust me again.

"Don't worry," I say reassuringly.

"I'll always protect Lauryn no matter what happens."

We stand there in silence for a few moments longer, both of us lost in our own thoughts as we continue watching the dealers work the corner.

After a while though, Jaq breaks the silence by speaking up once more. "You know," she says quietly, glancing over at me with a curious expression on her face.

"I never really understood why you started working with Dushane and Sully in the first place. You seem like a smart kid – why would you get involved with drugs?"

I shrug nonchalantly, not wanting to go into too much detail about my past right now.

"It's just something I fell into," I say vaguely.

"But it's not like I had many other options either. My parents died when I was young and there wasn't anyone else around to take care of me."

Jaq nods sympathetically at this, clearly understanding where I'm coming from.

"I'm sorry," she says softly.

"Losing someone close is never easy."

"Yeah," I agree sadly, "it definitely isn't."

We stand there in silence for another minute or two before Jaq speaks up again.

We stand there in silence for a few moments longer, both of us lost in our own thoughts as we continue watching the dealers work the corner.

Then Jaq turns to me with a serious expression on her face.

"Listen," she says firmly, "I'm going to give you my blessing to be with Lauryn, but you have to promise me one thing."

I nod eagerly, wanting nothing more than to make things right between us again.

"Anything," I say sincerely.

Jaq grabs my arm and pulls me closer so she can look directly into my eyes.

"You need to keep Lauryn completely separate from our business," she says sternly.

"No talking about work when you're together, no bringing her around the guys or taking her to meetings. And definitely no storing any product at her place."

I nod seriously, understanding exactly what Jaq is saying.

"Got it," I say, "I won't do anything stupid."

Jaq stares at me for a long moment before finally releasing her grip on my arm.

"Good," she says quietly, "because if you do, I will kill you myself."

I nod again, knowing that Jaq isn't joking around.

"I know," I say simply.

We stand there for a few more minutes, watching as our dealers work the corner and sell drugs to anyone who wants them.

They're good at their jobs – they know how to talk to people and make them feel comfortable enough to buy from us.

And they're fast too, always moving quickly between customers so we can get as much product out on the streets as possible.

As I watch, I notice Romy and Kieron working together to coordinate the sales.

They're both good at what they do, and they work well together as a team.

Rowmando and Marcus are handling security for us today, making sure that nobody tries anything funny while we're out here selling.

And then there are Dushane and Sully's guys, who blend in seamlessly with my crew as we all work together to make some money.

Jaq nods her head in approval as she watches everything going on around us.

"Looks like everyone's doing their job," she says quietly.

"Yeah," I agree, "they are."

She glances over at me with a stern expression on her face again.

"You know, I've been thinking," she says seriously, "maybe it's time we start expanding our operation a bit more. We've got a good thing going here, but there's always room for improvement."

I nod thoughtfully at this, considering what Jaq has said.

"Maybe you're right," I say finally, "but we need to be careful about it too. We can't just go around expanding without making sure we've got everything under control first."

Jaq nods in agreement with this, seeming to understand where I'm coming from.

"Yeah," she says quietly, "you're right. We need to make sure we're doing things smartly if we want to keep growing."

We stand there for a few more minutes, watching as our dealers continue working the corner and selling drugs to anyone who wants them.

Then suddenly, Jamie comes walking up to us with Simon, Farah, and Tyrone following close behind him.

They all have big grins on their faces, which means they must have some good news for us.

"What's going on?" I ask curiously as they approach us.

Jamie pulls out his phone and shows me the screen.

"Check this out," he says excitedly, "today's sales figures are through the roof! We've never moved product this fast before!"

I take his phone and look at the numbers for myself.

He's right – we've sold more today than ever before!

The streets are hungry for what we've got, and we're feeding them well. "This is amazing!" I exclaim, handing Jamie his phone back.

"Yeah," he agrees, "it definitely is! And we're not even done yet – we've still got a few more hours left before we close up shop."

Jaq looks over at me with a smile on her face too.

"Looks like we're going to have a good night," she says quietly.

"Yeah," I agree, "it definitely does."

Then I turn back to Jamie and his friends.

"Alright guys," I say seriously, "let's keep pushing hard. We want to make sure we sell all of this meth and cocaine before the night is over."

They nod eagerly at this, ready to get back out there and start selling again.

As they walk away, Jaq turns to me with a curious expression on her face.

"You think we'll actually be able to sell all of it?" she asks quietly.

I shrug nonchalantly, not wanting to jinx anything by getting too confident.

"I don't know," I say honestly, "but we'll definitely try our best."

Jaq nods at this, seeming to accept my answer.

"Okay," she says quietly, "let's get back out there and help the guys move some product."

I nod in agreement with this, knowing that we've got a lot of work ahead of us if we want to meet our goal tonight.

So together, Jaq and I head back out onto the streets, ready to do whatever it takes to make sure we sell every last bit of meth and cocaine before the night is over. As we walk back out onto the streets, I can see that our dealers are still working hard to move as much product as possible.

Romy and Kieron are handling sales like pros, while Rowmando and Marcus keep watch over everything to make sure nobody tries anything funny.

And Dushane's guys are blending in seamlessly with my crew as we all work together to make some money.

I glance over at Jaq and see that she's watching everything closely too.

She's always been good at paying attention to details, which is one reason why she's such an important part of our operation.

As we continue walking through the streets, Jamie comes running up to us again with his phone in hand.

"Guys," he says excitedly, "you won't believe these numbers!"

I take his phone from him and look at the screen myself.

We're moving even faster than before!

"Wow," I say, handing his phone back to him, "we're really killing it tonight!"

Jamie grins at this, clearly proud of what we've accomplished so far.

"Yeah," he says, "we sure are! And we're not done yet – we've still got a few more hours left before we close up shop."

I nod at this, knowing that we need to keep pushing hard if we want to meet our goal tonight.

"Alright," I say seriously, "let's keep going. We need to make sure we sell all of this meth and cocaine before the night is over."

Jamie nods eagerly at this, ready to get back out there and start selling again.

Then Jaq turns to me with a curious expression on her face.

"You think we'll actually be able to sell all of it?" she asks quietly.

I shrug nonchalantly, not wanting to jinx anything by getting too confident.

"I don't know," I say honestly, "but we'll definitely try our best."

Jaq nods at this, seeming to accept my answer.

"Okay," she says quietly, "let's get back out there and help the guys move some product."

I nod in agreement with this, knowing that we've got a lot of work ahead of us if we want to meet our goal tonight.

"Yeah," he says, "we sure are! And we've still got a few more hours left before we close up shop."

I nod at this, knowing that we need to keep pushing hard if we want to meet our goal tonight.

"Alright," I say seriously, "let's get back out there and help the guys move some product."

Jamie nods eagerly at this, ready to get back to work.

As we continue walking through the streets, I can see that our dealers are starting to get tired.

They've been working nonstop all day, and it's clear that they're running on fumes now.

But we can't let them slow down yet – not when we're so close to selling everything we've got.

So I make my way over to Romy and Kieron, who are still handling sales like pros.

"Hey guys," I say quietly, not wanting to draw attention away from what they're doing.

"How's it going?"

Romy looks up at me with a tired expression on his face.

"It's going good," he says softly, "but we're getting pretty worn out over here. We've been working nonstop all day."

I nod sympathetically at this, knowing exactly how they feel.

"I know," I say softly, "but you guys are doing great. Just keep pushing hard for a little while longer and we'll be done before you know it."

Kieron nods at this, seeming to accept what I've said.

"Okay," he says quietly, "we'll keep going." Then I make my way over to Rowmando and Marcus, who are still keeping watch over everything like pros.

They glance up at me as I approach them, both of them looking just as tired as Romy and Kieron did.

"Hey," I say quietly, not wanting to draw attention away from what they're doing.

"How's it going?"

Rowmando looks up at me with a serious expression on his face.

"It's going good," he says softly, "but we need to keep moving. We don't want anyone getting suspicious about what we're doing out here."

I nod in agreement with this, knowing that Rowmando is right.

"We will," I say softly, "just keep doing what you're doing and we'll be fine."

Marcus nods at this, seeming to accept what I've said.

"Okay," he says quietly, "we'll keep going."

As the night deepens, I realize that this life, with all its risks and rewards, is a path I've chosen, and there's no turning back now.

I sit at our warehouse with Jamie and Simon, counting stacks of cash.

We've had a record-breaking day in sales, and now we need to divide the money among everyone who worked hard to make it happen.

Romy and Kieron are organizing the bundles into separate piles for each crew member, while Rowmando and Marcus stand guard at the door to make sure no one tries anything funny.

As we work, Dushane and Sully arrive with Jaq in tow.

They look tired but satisfied after a long day of selling drugs on the streets.

"Hey guys," Dushane says as they walk in, "looks like we did pretty well today."

"Yeah," I agree, nodding my head in appreciation of their hard work.

"We definitely did. Now let's get this money counted and split up so we can all go home."

"Sounds good to me," Sully says, dropping down onto a nearby chair and stretching his arms out behind his head.

"I'm beat after today."

I smile sympathetically at him, knowing exactly how he feels.

We've all been working nonstop for hours, and it's starting to take its toll on us.

But we can't afford to slow down yet – not until we've finished counting and splitting up the money. As we continue working, Farah and Tyrone arrive with their own bundles of cash in hand.

They drop them onto the table next to us and take a seat, watching silently as we count out everyone's share.

After a few minutes of work, we finally have all of the money divided up into individual piles for each crew member.

We double-check our math to make sure everything adds up correctly before handing out the cash to everyone who worked today.

It's been a long two days of nonstop sales, but we've made some serious bank – over 900,000 pounds!

We split it 50/50 with Dushane and Sully's crew, which leaves us with 450,000 pounds to divide among ourselves.

Jaq takes her share first, followed by Romy and Kieron.

Then it's my turn – I carefully count out 100,000 pounds for myself before setting it aside in a separate bag. Next up are Jamie and Simon, who both take their shares without complaint.

Farah and Tyrone follow suit, as do Rowmando and Marcus.

Finally, there's only one person left: Louis Allard from Paris.

I meet Louis at a storage unit in an industrial area of town.

The only light comes from a few flickering fluorescent bulbs overhead, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

I hand him the bag containing his share of the money – 100,000 pounds – and watch as he counts it carefully.

He takes his time, methodically checking each stack to make sure everything is there.

I stand guard nearby, keeping an eye out for any potential threats while he works.

After several minutes, Louis finally finishes counting the money and looks up at me with bloodshot eyes.

"Good work today," he says quietly, sliding the cash into his briefcase.

I give him a slight nod in response, watching as he clicks the case shut.

Louis pauses for a moment, then glances around the dimly lit storage unit.

The air is thick with the smell of old metal and dust, and the sound of distant traffic hums through the walls.

"You know," he says finally, "I've been thinking. You have a bright future ahead of you, my friend."

I raise an eyebrow at this, intrigued by what he has to say.

"Really?" I ask curiously.

"Yes," he replies, "you're young and ambitious – exactly the kind of person I like working with. And from what I've seen so far, you know how to get things done."

I smile slightly at this, feeling proud that Louis thinks highly of me.

"Thanks," I say quietly, "I try my best."

Louis nods in response, then glances around the storage unit again.

"I think we could work well together," he says softly, "maybe even do some business outside of London in the future."

I consider this for a moment before responding.

"That sounds interesting," I say finally, "but let's focus on our current operation first. We need to make sure everything runs smoothly here before we start expanding elsewhere."

Louis nods in agreement with this, seeming to understand where I'm coming from.

"Yes," he says quietly, "you're right. We should focus on what we have going here first. But keep my offer in mind for the future – I think we could accomplish great things together." Then Louis extends his hand towards me, a gesture of friendship and respect.

I take it firmly, feeling a sense of camaraderie wash over me.

"Thank you," I say sincerely, "I appreciate your trust in me."

Louis smiles back at this, seeming genuinely pleased with our conversation.

"No problem," he says softly, "I can tell you're a good man. Now let's shake on it and seal our partnership."

We do as he suggests, clasping hands tightly for a moment before releasing each other.

Then Louis turns to leave, but not before giving me one last nod of acknowledgement.

I meet Dushane and Sully at our warehouse to discuss how things are going.

We've been working together for a few weeks now, and it's time to check in and make sure everything is running smoothly.

"Hey guys," I say as we sit down at a table in the back of the warehouse.

"How's business been?"

Dushane smiles at this, clearly pleased with how things have been going.

"It's been good," he says quietly, "we've been selling a lot of product in South London. And from what I can tell, the other areas are doing well too."

I nod thoughtfully at this, considering what he has said.

"That's great to hear," I say finally, "but we need to make sure we're not getting too comfortable. We don't want to start slacking off and losing focus on our goals."

Sully nods in agreement with this, seeming to understand where I'm coming from.

"Yeah," he says softly, "you're right. We need to stay focused if we want to keep making progress."

I nod at this, feeling satisfied that they both understand the importance of staying focused.

"Good," I say quietly, "now let's take a look at the numbers and see how much money we've made so far."

We spend the next few minutes going over the financials for each area of London – North, South, East, and West.

It looks like all four areas are selling in bulk, which means we're making a lot of money.

After reviewing everything carefully, we come up with a total for the week: 1 million dollars!

"That's amazing," I exclaim, "we're really killing it out there." Dushane and Sully both smile at this, clearly pleased with our progress.

"Yeah," Dushane says quietly, "we sure are. Now let's get this money divided up among everyone who worked hard to make it happen."

We spend the next few minutes counting out stacks of cash and putting them into separate bags for each crew member.

Once we're done, we hand out the money to everyone who worked on our team this week.

As people receive their paychecks, they all seem happy and content.

They know that they've earned every penny of that money through their hard work and dedication to our cause.

I sit with Dushane, Sully, Jaq, and Jamie at our warehouse, counting the stacks of cash from our operations across London.

We've had a successful week, and now it's time to divide the money among everyone who worked hard to make it happen.

As we count, I ask Dushane how things are going in South London.

"Good," he says quietly, "we've been selling a lot of product down there. But we need to make sure we're not getting too comfortable. We don't want to start slacking off and losing focus on our goals."

I nod thoughtfully at this, considering what he has said.

"You're right," I say finally, "we need to stay focused if we want to keep making progress. But we also need to make sure we're not getting too greedy. We don't want to attract unwanted attention from the police or other gangs."

Sully nods in agreement with this, seeming to understand where I'm coming from.

"Yeah," he says softly, "you're right. We need to be careful about how much product we're moving and who we're selling it to."

I nod at this, feeling satisfied that they both understand the importance of being careful.

"Good," I say quietly, "now let's take a look at the numbers and see how much money we've made so far."

We spend the next few minutes going over the financials for each area of London – North, South, East, and West.

It looks like all four areas are selling in bulk, which means we're making a lot of money. After reviewing everything carefully, we come up with a total for the week: 1 million dollars!

"Yeah," Dushane says quietly, "we sure are. Now let's get this money divided up among everyone who worked hard to make it happen."

We spend the next few minutes counting out stacks of cash and putting them into separate bags for each crew member.

Once we're done, we hand out the money to everyone who worked on our team this week.

As people receive their paychecks, they all seem happy and content.

They know that they've earned every penny of that money through their hard work and dedication to our cause.

After everyone has received their paycheck, we sit back down at the table and discuss our plans for the future.

"We need to make sure we're not getting too comfortable," I say quietly.

"We don't want to start slacking off and losing focus on our goals."

"Listen," Jaq says, breaking the silence, "I've been hearing whispers about a new crew trying to muscle in on our territory."

Dushane leans forward, his expression turning serious. "Who are they, and how much do they know about us?"

Jamie chimes in, glancing around the room. "Word is they're small-time for now, but we can't underestimate them. We need to find out who's backing them."

I lean back against the wall, considering our next move.

"Alright, let's get a map of London up on Jamie's phone. See if we can identify any patterns in where they've been spotted."

Jamie pulls out his phone and opens a map app, zooming in on the city.

We study it together, pointing out areas where we've heard rumors of this new crew dealing.

After a few minutes, we identify three main locations: one near Brixton Market, another around Peckham Rye, and the last near Hackney Central Station.

"Okay," I say, "let's get eyes on these areas. Romy and Kieron, you're on Brixton Market. Marcus and Rowmando, you're on Peckham Rye. Sully and Dushane, you're on Hackney Central Station."

Sully raises an eyebrow. "You sure we have enough people for this?"

I nod.

"We'll rotate shifts every six hours so no one gets too tired. And if we need more manpower, we can call in some of our other guys."

Jamie starts marking the locations on his phone and creating a schedule for our surveillance teams.

Just as we're about to wrap up our meeting, Farah bursts through the door looking frantic.

"What is it?" she asks breathlessly.

I gather my crew around me at our warehouse, ready to explain the plan.

"Alright, here's what we're gonna do," I say, grabbing a marker and heading to the whiteboard.

"We're gonna plant cocaine and weapons in their stash houses. Then we'll make anonymous tips to the police, telling them where to find it."

Jamie frowns.

"But what if they figure out it's us who set them up?"

I shake my head.

"We'll use burner phones and wear gloves so there are no fingerprints. And we'll make sure the tips are vague enough that they can't trace them back to us."

Marcus speaks up.

"And what about their stash houses? How are we gonna find those?"

I smile.

"That's the easy part. We'll just follow them around until they lead us to their hideouts."

Rowmando nods.

"Sounds like a solid plan. When do we start?"

I glance at my watch.

"How about now?"

We all nod in agreement and start making our way out the door.

As we head out, I give each of them a job to do.

"Marcus and Rowmando, you two take care of Brixton Market. Romy and Kieron, you guys handle Peckham Rye."

They all nod and start walking towards their assigned locations.

Just as I'm about to leave, Sully walks in unexpectedly.

"What's going on?" he asks, looking around at all of us gathered in the warehouse. I sigh.

"We're dealing with a rival gang," I explain.

"They've been trying to muscle in on our territory, so we're setting them up to take the fall for some of our product."

Sully raises an eyebrow.

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"

I point to the whiteboard where I've written down our plan in detail.

"We're going to plant cocaine and weapons in their stash houses, then make anonymous tips to the police telling them where to find it."

Sully crosses his arms, skepticism etched on his face. "And what if the cops start sniffing around us instead? This could backfire."

I meet his gaze, unwavering. "We'll have alibis set up, airtight ones. It's risky, but it's the best way to keep them off our backs for good."