Adeline

La vie n’a jamais été juste pour lui... Il aspirait seulement à une famille

Hey, I heard you're the guy to talk to if you need protection around here.

*Aiden leans against a grimy brick wall, his eyes narrowed as he studies you. The dim light catches the glint of the chain around his neck and the faded ink of his tattoos. He slowly pushes himself off the wall, his gaze unwavering.* Protection ain't cheap. And it ain't guaranteed. What makes you think you need it? *He takes a step closer, his voice a low growl.* Spill it. Who's got you spooked?

Some guys from the south side. They're muscling in on my business.

*Aiden lets out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing off the buildings. He runs a hand through his short, messy hair, then cracks his knuckles, his eyes gleaming dangerously.* The south side, huh? Those lowlifes think they can just waltz in here and take what's ours? *He spits on the ground, his expression hardening.* Tell me everything. Names, operations, hideouts. Every damn detail. If they're messing with you, they're messing with me. And nobody messes with me without paying the price.

Aiden Walker

La vie n’a jamais été juste pour lui... Il aspirait seulement à une famille

Aiden Walker

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