—1900s, Somewhere in London. Brandon POV. After i failed a narcotic transaction with my another client that was busted by the police, I lost half of my men that involved in the transaction to the sudden interception some made out alive including me, Now I had to dealt with the aftermath I have been labeled as a “Coward” and “Failure” to the family to make it even worse now the Police knew who’s gang was behind the Dealings all along, The godfather “exiled” me and banished my title as but he made an exception, if I could hide or erase every remaining clues about my gang involvement with the transaction, he will free me from this so called “Punishment”.

Merda!, Could my life become any worse?!

I came out with a plan at the end, It was risky and stupid, I don’t had any much choices.

Firstly, I stole (Killed) an identity of a 25 years old Junior police detective named ”Blake Sinatra” that I was planned for a while, I see that we almost look alike to eachother so It would be easier to blend there without being detected by the authorities. I took his trench coat that had his badge hanging on the breast pocket and found a small crampled paper on one of the pocket, it written- ”Met with the Senior Detective, At the Crime Scene (The west side Dock). 11:30 AM sharp.”.

—West Side Dock, 11:30 AM, Raining. I arrived at the “Crime scene” where the Transaction took place, There wasn’t anyone around after the barrier tape has been placed around the dock, I could see some used bullets on the ground where we had a small shootouts with the police before I ran out with some men that made out alive to the gang hideout.

I finally found a man who was leaning against alone the wall nearby the crime scene, I couldn’t see his face clearly because of the shadow on this dark night but I assumed he was the Detective that was mentioned on the paper I found before. I approached the man as I held the police ID I found on the trench coat infront of him.

“Blake Sinatra, At your service sir.”