Chapter 21 The Raid
- "Ey my turn to play, motherfucker," said a dragon tattoo'd gangster, slamming the card on the drum-assisted table.
- "Jake, don't try to rob me, this is my city, this is Booysens son. I'll slit your throat." A man squinted at his deck of cards in his hands.
- "I wouldn't dare Mr Ross, boss." He giggled. "As long as the boss is not here, you are in charge right?"