Chapter 13: The Wolves of Bridgeport V




 “We’re preparing for a war.”



  “……......”

“Not the type of war you’re thinking off. Guns and bullets won’t be necessary for this conflict. Just power and influence. Legitimate power and influence.    


 “Coffee?”

“I’ll pass.”


“I’m sure you’ve heard about what happened to Julian Crovan? The anointed one who was supposed to lead us to an unprecedented age of prosperity and power? Unite all of the old families under one banner and make us a real global threat again? Well with him dead, all of a sudden things are looking scary for the Crovan Family and the unity of the old families. Isaiah Crovan no longer has an heir. And he knows that as soon as he dies, one of the other families will seek to replace his and assume charge. And so my father in all of his infinite grace, has decided that we should put Isaiah’s fears to rest. He won’t have to worry about his family being ousted from leadership after he’s dead. We’ll do it while he’s still living.” 

“Always ambitious. Your father never changes.”

It’s a dog eat dog world out there, Jorvan. You either rise to the top or you die with the rest at the bottom. Unfortunately, the other families seem to have forgotten this and have gone soft. Because they no longer need to rely on our services, they’ve started to toot up their nose at how we conduct business now. As if they’ve forgotten whose hands were bloodied to get them in their powers of position. Ridiculous. Even more ridiculous is my father actually accommodating their nosey-ass concerns. He actually wants us to move away from the streets, giving up half our revenue in the process, just to please these old suits and get them on our side. Just to sit in Isaiah Crovan’s chair, he would have us sacrifice it all for his gamble." 


“So I’m supposed to believe your family is going clean now?”

“Well we don’t have a choice. My father is determined. We’ll follow accordingly. Regrettably”

“And where does this place figure into all of this? This talent agency you’re working at. Isaiah has nearly every SimCity politician and bureaucrat in his pocket, and you expect me to believe you’re focusing on actors and actresses as a counter?”
  

“Well I never said that Lusha would be a useful tool in my family’s fight against Isaiah. Oh no, on the grand scale of things, this place is fairly insignificant.”

“Then why are you here?"

“Because my father is trying to groom me.  He put a gun in my hand and I helped him take over a city. Now he wants to see if I can do the same with just a briefcase. But don’t worry. Like I said, I’m not in this city to stir up any trouble.  I’m just here to learn what I’m here to learn and leave at the first opportune time. Whether you want to pass that on to your friends in the Harlow Family is up to you. I've shown restraint so far but I've heard about the little coalition they're trying to form against me, Jorvan. You should tell them to be careful. My wolves are hungry."




“Before you go, there’s something else I wanted to talk to you about. I heard your daughter recently came out retirement. Send her my regards.”



“Or better yet don’t. If she keeps doing what she’s doing in Shang Simla I might just get the chance to meet her myself. Wouldn’t that be lovely?”

Chapter 12: The Wolves of Bridgeport IV





“Welcome to Lusha. We’ve only been open for a few months but surely you’ve heard of the name before?”


“You expect me to keep up with all of your family’s front companies? What is it this time? Another law firm where you win cases by strong arming witnesses or maybe another moving company for your drug trafficking?”

“You haven’t changed.  Always expecting the worst from us.”

“The one time I didn’t I lost a close friend.”

“He betrayed us. What did you think would happen? Maybe you should have coached him better before you sent him to infiltrate us. At least when you betrayed us we didn’t know about it until you came back in front of us with a cop uniform.”


 “…………”


“Anyway let’s go inside. So I can show you my apparent evil fortress of terror. ”






“Inaya, you’re late. Again. While you were slacking off, Starlight Talent Agency snatched Robyn Valentine. Yes the same Robyn Valentine that you promised that you were going to bring in. And what did I tell you about coming to the office dressed like a ragamuffin?”


“Why worry about a has-been? The last I heard, Stephanie Spears was waiting in our lobby for you. I think heard Donnie Young and Alexis Holiday were there too.”


 “You can wear whatever you want.”


“I’m just a regular person at this company. Not a CEO or a boss. Just a regular joe.”







“These people don’t know me. They don’t know the weight of my family name.  In their eyes, I’m just a person with enough pull to get a job here without needing a college degree.  But this is Starlight Shores, people like me would be a dime a dozen. Everyone has connections.”

“And what connections are you trying to make in this city through this talent agency.”

“You really should stop assuming the worst. My father may lie to get what he wants but you should know me by now, Jorvan. I don’t lie. I don’t have to. What I want, I get and if I have to step on toes, I will do it openly.

“So you expect me to believe you’re in Starlight Shores just to work a regular nine to five?”

“Well what can I say? I am. But let's move this to my office. I suppose I can give you a more believable response although you'll still be skeptical."

Chapter 11: The Wolves of Bridgeport III




“So what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Blackwell? I think the last time we met, you had a gun pressed to my father’s head.”


 “It’s a shame I didn’t pull the trigger. The world would be a better place don’t you think?”


“Your world, perhaps. Our world is just fine. In fact you can practically call it heaven on Earth.”



“And how many people have your family murdered to have your little utopia?”


“You mean how many have we saved. Did you read the SimTimes? They say crime in Bridgeport has reached a record low. No more street shootings. No more gang violence. People in poor neighborhoods and those struggling to make ends meet, are finally finding work with employers like us who are willing to pay them like actual human beings. Enough so they can eat good. Live good. Die good. And yet you want to cry over a few thugs and hoodlums whom the world will never miss?”


“It wasn’t just thugs and hoodlums whom you guys have targeted. Honest men. Honest men with honest jobs. The type of men you get rid of when they don’t bend over to your corruption. So spare me your bullsh*t and tell me what the hell you’re doing in my city. Me and your father had an agreement.”


“We’re really doing miracle work out here, Jorvan. Don’t you think Starlight Shores could use our magical touch too?”

“……...”

“Lighten up, it was just a joke. Thomas?”


 “Yes, Ms. Savago?”


“Ready the car. Let’s show our dear old friend here what we’re up to.”

Chapter 10: The Wolves of Bridgeport II





 “You sure you don’t want us in there with you? This isn’t like the old days. A wrong word. A wrong look. They’re dropping bodies for sh*ts and giggles at this point. Just say the word, Jorvan and-”


“I’ll survive. Pull up over there and wait for my phone call.”


 “How many times do I have to tell you? No visitors. No guests. Now take your old ass back down the street before you get hurt.”


 “What’s going on out here?”


“I keep telling this old man, this ain’t the retirement home but he won’t leave.”


 “Marvin, do you know who this man is?”


“A dead man walking if he keeps smirking at me. Old man you better fix your face before-”


“Sorry about that, he’s only been with us for a year. You know how new recruits are. Always eager. Always hungry to prove themselves. Let me take you inside.”












“Have a seat in here, Mr. Blackwell. I’ll let the boss know you’re here.”


“Fredo. Duke. Look out for our guest here and mind your manners.”



“Why this mother***** always talking down to us like he in charge of us? One of these days imma give him these hands and knock his a** out.


“You say that every f*cking day. You know you’re not going to do ****”


“I’m serious. Goody two-shoe ass clown don’t even leave the office and he wants to poke out his chest? Watch, imma catch his ass slipping one of these days. Arrogant ass *****”


“Hey pops, you want a smoke?”


 “……......”


“I know your old ass ain’t worried about lung cancer when you’re already at death’s door. Here man, smoke this and unclench your butt cheeks while you over there frowning like someone stole your Viagra.”

“Yo Duke, chill.”

“Chill for what? I’m being nice.”


*****


 “The boss will see you now. Right this way.”





“Jorvan, baby. I’ve missed you.”