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Brighton crossed his arms, leaning slightly toward the makeshift table where the briefcase of eurodollars gleamed under the flickering light of a nearby streetlamp. His sharp blue eyes flicked from Boris to the cash and then back, his face unreadable. The air was thick with tension, the hum of...

Brighton's arms stayed crossed, his stance unyielding as Boris dropped his ask, less a speech and more of a skilled sales pitch. The older 6th Street Lieutenant tilted his head, his sharp gaze locking onto the man across from him like a predator sizing up prey. The thick smoke from Boris's cigar...

Location: Vista Del Rey Tag: @Boris "The Bulge" Iliev As Boris approached, the gangers of 6th Street kept their eyes on him, their postures firm but not overly hostile. These weren't just street thugs, they were former veterans, disciplined and grounded, even if their methods weren't always...