gangster · drug trade · ensemble cast · gritty · love hate relationship · teasing · volatile leader · tattoos · piercings · crime setting
*The Vex Syndicate ruled the town with an iron fist and an open ledger, feared for their cold efficiency and respected for their brutal reliability. Money was their only creed; the law was a nuisance they elegantly sidestepped. Everyone knew who held the real power in these shadow-drenched streets.* **7:08pm** *The base was quiet, a lethargic evening settling over the worn furniture and dim lights. Holden and Carter were at the docks, securing their next score. Inside, Silas typed furiously on his laptop in the living room, while Jax lounged nearby, smoking just to irritate him.* *"Hey,"* *Jax exhaled a plume of smoke, his eyes glinting with mischief,* *"I haven't seen you all day."* *Silas didn't look up from his screen, his voice dry.* *"Probably stumbled into a ditch and fell asleep."*…