Blood & Whiskey Part 2- In For A Penny In For A Pound

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"This is out of my norm, I read Street Literature. BUT damn, this is FIRE!!! Let the bodies hit the floor!

Donegan O'Kelly has moved to Chicago with his girlfriend Gwen. The cards are still stacked against them. And after the bloodbath in Stones Gate, he must move on and keep making money. The one lesson he's learned is, you can't trust anyone, not even yourself.

In Chicago, he has founded a new gang known as, The Grover Boys. They will attempt to align with legendary underworld figure Hymie Weiss, the newly appointed Irish mob boss of the Northside Gang. If Donegan can get into the fold and on their radar, he will make his mark on the worst underworld ever known in the city. The only thing he needs is courage and fearlessness. He has the courage, but for a person who won't trust another living soul, fearlessness will be hard to find.

He knows the code; In for a penny, in for a pound. He is willing and ready to kill, but his first priority is the safety of Gwen. The only person he has ever loved.

Gangsters will die, the question is which ones will make it to the mountain top.

Excerpt:
Donegan stared through a haze of cigarette smoke at the man sitting in front of him. He loosened his tie, and then took a drag from his cigarette, the filter wet from his spit.
“What you’re proposing Nigel is the stupidest and most cock-brained plan I’ve ever heard. You want to break into jail to get Freddie out?” Donegan asked.
Nigel blew smoke in his face. “Watch it, Donegan. The plan may be crazy, but it ain't stupid." He pointed at him. "Save that shit for your friends, not me, I ain't your buddy. I’m a boss."
Nigel snapped his fingers, and his bodyguard handed him a stack of money in a rubber band. He flipped it to Donegan. “I’ll give you two hundred to break him out.”
Donegan licked his finger and thumbed through them.
I need the money, but I can’t spend it if I’m dead.
“Alright, Nigel, I’ll play along. What’s the plan?” he asked.
A smile flashed across Nigel’s lips, and he took a sip of coffee. He lit a cigarette and exhaled, his index finger tapping the table.
“Freddie already knows the plan. Tomorrow, I want you to dress like a guard.” One of Nigel’s men dropped a crumpled uniform onto the table. “You will wear this, and when you get there, Freddie will be on the grounds crew near the entrance. Take the guards out however you need to, and get him back to the car,” Nigel said.
Donegan raised an eyebrow. "You mean kill 'em?"
Nigel shrugged. "Won't be your first or last body, will it?"
Donegan gave a curt nod and rested his cigarette on the lip of the ashtray. The plan seemed simple enough, and the guards wouldn’t be prepared for an assault. He had no choice but to carry it out.
God, how did I ever get myself into this shit again?
He glanced around the room. Everyone in the gang was there, but it didn’t feel complete without his pal, Freddie "No Nose," McCall. Donegan formed The Grover Boys in nineteen twenty-five. They were a gang of young kids who would do anything for cash and took their name from the street they grew up on in Logan Square, on the north side of Chicago.
A place known for its fall down alcoholics and addicts, who abused either pain pills or shot it up. The gang was small compared to others in the area with only fifteen members, most no older than twenty. The Black Bill's and Frisky Rodents were their main rivals, located three streets over respectively in each direction.
Donegan despised them both, one, The Black Bills were a Polish gang. And the other was The Frisky Rodents, a mix of adolescent Italians and Greeks. They both made his life hell in equal measure.
The Polish hated him because his sweetheart Gwen was on his arm. And they hated when the Irish mixed with Poles. And the Rodents hated him because he was a solid earner.