His name is Max.
In the slums, guys like him are practically a dime a dozen.
Young, dumb, usually with an inflated sense of self worth. You can pick them up
almost anywhere and use them as drug mules, lookouts, bullet sponges.
Fall guys.
But here and now, Max, standing in front of Don Carrino, the
most powerful man in the city, the Don looking the kid up and down and giving
him a slight nod? Having a man give, for him, a fulsome, complete endorsement? That
changes everything.
Because after all, sometimes a pawn can indeed become a king…
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