they're the kings.

the police are wrapped around geoff's little fucking pinky. ray has all the druglords crawling at his feet, lapping for attention. michael has the ear of a demolition firm manager in the palm of his hand (literally). ryan with his arsenal of cars and tanks. jack; heir to the city's bank and owner of a pretty little machine that steals a person's identity (and credit card details) with a blink of an eye. and gavin with his endless list of european contacts.

oh, life is sweet.

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