Chapter 23: The Fall of Tea Bag
Did Tommy truly have the capital to claim leadership over the White Gang?
Of course he did.
He wasn't just any inmate — he was the man with Camorra blood on his hands and Gianna's power at his back. Just yesterday, he had secured five million euros from Abruzzi, and even after splitting half with Gianna, two million was more than enough to grease the palms of Redhaven's guards.
And if money wasn't enough, Tommy had one more trump card: control over the prison factory.
The factory was the closest thing Redhaven had to freedom. A job there meant fresher air than the suffocating cells, space to move around, and — most importantly — wages. The pay was pitiful, true, but in prison, even scraps had value. To men who had nothing, a little salary was still meat on the bone.
With that leverage, Tommy hardly needed to raise his fists again. Faced with his power and promise of privilege, the White Gang bent the knee. One by one, their jeers turned to bows, their insults to submission. Tea Bag was gone, and loyalty followed the scent of survival.
The Brotherhood? Nonsense. In Redhaven, loyalty was measured in rations and power. Even if Tea Bag himself had limped out of the infirmary at that moment, they would have kicked him aside and crowned Tommy their new leader.
"Good," Tommy said quietly, satisfaction flashing in his eyes. "That's the last problem solved."
Three enemies in a single day — Belick, Abruzzi, and now the White Gang. Even for Tommy, who prided himself on cold calculation, there was a spark of pride in his chest.
Still, he couldn't help one small regret: the White Gang had surrendered too quickly. He hadn't even been able to test the Mad Dog Fist, the crude style he had cobbled together in urgency. But that was fine. It only gave him more time to focus on Tai Lung's martial arts talent — to blend ancient techniques with his own instincts and carve a style uniquely his.
It would be a long road, but Tommy had the will to walk it.
The guards' voices soon broke the silence.
"Everyone, back to your cells! Line up!"
The prisoners shuffled obediently into formation. Roll call ended. The iron doors clanged shut.
Tommy lay on his bunk, replaying the day's chaos in his mind. Within moments, exhaustion overtook him. For once, he slept deeply, untroubled until dawn.
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The Next Day – Exercise Yard
The yard buzzed louder than usual. A familiar figure strutted across the cracked pavement, steps exaggerated, chin high.
Tea Bag had returned.
After more than ten days in the infirmary, he emerged with his signature swagger, as if the knife wound that had nearly ended him was just a bad dream. His gang swarmed him immediately, plastering smiles on their bruised faces.
"Boss, welcome back!" they cried, clapping him on the shoulders, grinning wide.
One burly inmate threw an arm around him, winking slyly. "We've got a surprise for you, Boss. A little… gift."
The emphasis on "gift" was obvious. Tea Bag, sly as ever, caught the implication at once. His time in the hospital had left him restless, craving entertainment. Without hesitation, he let them lead him toward the corner of the yard, where a small warehouse stood. Normally off-limits, but today the guards had been bribed to look the other way.
"It's all ready, Boss. Just waiting inside."
The smiles around him were too wide, too rehearsed. A chill crawled up Tea Bag's spine. His instincts screamed at him — something was wrong.
He forced a laugh and tried to back out. "Maybe later, boys. I'm a bit tired today."
But before he could take three steps, hands clamped down on his arms and shoulders. Iron grips pinned him in place.
"What the—?! Let me go!" Tea Bag snarled, thrashing wildly. But it was useless. There were too many of them. His own men — the gang he had led with cruelty and fear — had turned against him.
They gagged him with a rough hand and dragged him bodily into the warehouse. The door slammed shut.
The darkness inside greeted him with fists and boots. Blows rained down on his already weak body. He curled like a shrimp under the assault, ribs aching, blood filling his mouth.
"Alright, enough."
A voice cut through the chaos. Calm. Cold.
Tea Bag forced his swollen eyes open.
A tall man stepped out from the shadows, smiling with quiet triumph.
"Long time no see, Tea Bag," Benjamin said, the Black Gang leader's presence filling the room.
Tea Bag spat blood and croaked hoarsely, "Benjamin."
Of all people, he hadn't expected him. The Black Gang had been his bitter enemies, locked in endless war with the Whites. And now, here he was, standing over him like an executioner.
Flattered? Perhaps. Doomed? Absolutely.
Benjamin's smile widened. For years, the Black Gang had bled under Tea Bag's rule. Today, finally, the tables had turned.
Tea Bag's heart sank. He was clever, silver-tongued, manipulative enough to twist almost anyone — but not Benjamin. Not now.
He knew, with bone-deep certainty, that today might be the last day of his life.
End of the chapter
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