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Jax's Point of View

The gunshots were fired and my mind raced across all the possibilities of who was behind the attack and how they even managed to get the way around here. Of course, the first thing to come to mind will obviously will be the Milans but that only answers one question on who it was not the rest.

My gang members had placed all their trust in me as I offered them safety and protection but now their bodies were dropping to the ground with no second words. Panic was now belittling my whole figure. I have to readjust myself if I'm going to put myself back in charge and help the people that I refer to as my brothers and sisters even if we are not blood since it's loyalty that binds us together not blood in the end.

I am Jax Martinez. The American Mafia bosses. The one people fear and obey to my commands. Who the fuck did the Greek think they are busting in here and attack my family? They would pay for their actions with the harsh rage and fury that I'll spell and brew onto