The following is told through the narration of Shane Connolly at an unknown date, time, and to an unknown person or persons..
My willingness to do anything while combining that with smarts obtained from the streets led me to the inner-circle of my crew. After obtaining full membership, the inner circle was the equivalence of rank.
I had been on my merry fuckin way to having a captain position seeded. I almost had my own crew. The violent reputation we had as a group however brought so much heat. A lot of the fucks involved began slipping due to being on drugs, or just reckless. They started leavin a fuckin trail and it wasn’t long before a RICO case was on us. Indictments came down like a gavel and one by one guys I went back with were being plucked from the street. The opposition began moving in and we had a bloody war that dismantled everything we had built. I got the fuck out of Southie and landed in Hathian with a rainy-day fund. It wouldn’t be long til I was getting mixed in with a crew and back to the lifestyle I had grown so comfortable with.
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