My Werewolf System - chapter-68-the-kings
The ‘Basement’ was a popular nightclub in Slough’s town centre, yet
today its front door had a sign that read ‘Closed’. However, the
guards around it were telltale signs that something was going on inside.
Unbeknownst to the normal populace, the club was merely a front for the
Underdogs, one of the town’s most successful gangs.
What’s more the Basement wasn’t the only shop that would remain
closed that day. Damion Hawk had used his influence to make all the shops
within that block treat today as a sort of impromptu holiday, so that
nobody would disturb their special meeting.
Inside one of the VIP rooms, Damion had been sitting calmly, talking to
another on the other end, it looked like the conversation was about to
come to an end. The other party stood up to leave, not even bowing but
stopped just before leaving.
“I thought the Underdogs were meant to be the best in slough, which was
why I hired you. Believe me when I say that package is important for the
both of us. Get it back or it could be the both of us on the chopping
block.” The man said leaving.
Damion continued to sit there in his seat, he did so until the people
were escorted out and when a certain amount of time had passed. He picked
up the large wine bottle in front of him and threw it against the wall
smashing it to pieces.
“It’s been over a week!!! How is it possible for you to not have so
much as a SINGLE CLUE about that damn traitor’s whereabouts?!” The
leader shouted at his subordinate who was in the unfortunate situation of
having only bad news to report. The ringing in his eardrums was the least
of his worries as he braced himself for what’s coming next.
He had known his boss long enough to anticipate the large fist that hit
him across the face, sending him flying down to the dance room floor.
Damion wiped his hand with a little cloth he had in his suit pocket and
started to walk down the stairs to the injured man.
“Do I need to remind you just how important that package is?” Damion
The man was in pain. Touching his face he felt an imprint left from one
of his boss’s rings. His cheek was bleeding but he knew that unless he
replied immediately, the Underdog’s leader would just continue beating
“No, sir! I understand it perfectly, sir! The problem is that
everything that boy has told us was fake. Right now the colour gangs are
causing chaos in our territories, so it’s hard for us to gather any
reliable information on him, especially since we only have his hair
colour to go on! There are so many punks that dye their hair green and he
might have even dyed it by now. The red colour gang in particular has
been getting more and more brazen, challenging us for multiple
areas…” The man answered truthfully, yet was frightened that he would
soon feel another hit on his face… Instead, Damion squatted, grabbed
the man by his hair and pulled him up to his eye level.
“How long have you been in this gang?” Damion asked.
“Around one year, sir! I got recognised for my work and got promoted to
the Pitbull Unit!” He replied quickly,
“A hard worker, eh? I can respect that. Fine, I shall let you off with
this much. You better show me results or I’ll make it so that you will
fit in that package. We still have deliver that f*cking thing to one of
the Kings! You know who they are, right?” Damion asked, his hand not
letting go of the poor man.
The gangster nodded instantly, even though nodding caused his hair to
hurt even more. The ‘Kings’ were a colloquial term for the top gang
leader of their county. They were a term used for those who controlled a
tier-1 city, making them the richest and most influential men in the
If one of these Kings ‘asked’ one of the lower cities for a
‘favour’, the other party was unable to refuse, no matter how
ridiculous that favour might be. Still, it wasn’t all bad. As they say,
‘noblesse oblige’, making such a thing high risk, high reward, and
Damion had no desire to take the fall for this.
“The reason the red colour gang are kicking up a fuss is because
another King must have ordered them to intercept the package. They
don’t seem to know that we don’t have it anymore, so they’re trying
to get rid of us!” Damion shouted in anger, and stood up so quickly
that he ripped off a good number of strands of hair from the guy, before
heading back upstairs.
“We’re lucky that it’s just the red colour gang for the time being!
Unless we can give that King what he wants and earn his protection, soon
the rest of the gangs might attack us to get that package!”
All those that were in the club room wanted to take a step back, for fear
that Daimon would take out his anger on him next but they knew that if
they did move, they were more likely to be picked.
“Kirk!” Damion called out. Hearing his name, Kirk stepped out,
wearing his normal red flashy suit.
“Your schedule has been cleared for the rest of the month. As you can
tell, everyone else is pretty much useless. I want you to do me a little
factor. Let’s remind Slough, why you’re my right hand man and why the
Underdogs shouldn’t be messed with.
Get rid of the red colour gang for me, and while you do, find out who was
“Now that the Cheetah Squad will be dealing with the colour gang, I
expect RESULTS AND NOT EXCUSES BY THE END OF THE WEEK!!! FIND THAT DAMN
GREENY!!!” Damion shouted.