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The thing is, Maggie Konev, Lady Mack, is a legend. And Antonio Bianci is a legend. Corwin knew their stories like he knew Goldilocks and the Three Bears.. He knew them the way he could walk around his childhood home, the way he could reach for his gun and never fumble, never wonder. They were those sorts of people.
Boss B, he ran Detroit and a few other rust belt cities. Everyone knew it and nobody, not the mayor, not the police, not the feds, nobody fucked with him. It was just the way it was. You stayed out of his way, or you got plowed over.
Maggie Konev, people said, was some sort of Robin Hood, except twisted, or, as one friend had put it, “her moral compass points to W-T-F.” She stole from people, gave to people, and flitted through life untouchable by the law or by the criminals. She was the sort of person you avoided if you could, and appeased quickly if you caught her eye. They both were, B and Mack.
And Corwin was up to his elbows in it with both of them, and not a paddle in sight.
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Boss B, he ran Detroit and a few other rust belt cities. Everyone knew it and nobody, not the mayor, not the police, not the feds, nobody fucked with him. It was just the way it was. You stayed out of his way, or you got plowed over.
Maggie Konev, people said, was some sort of Robin Hood, except twisted, or, as one friend had put it, “her moral compass points to W-T-F.” She stole from people, gave to people, and flitted through life untouchable by the law or by the criminals. She was the sort of person you avoided if you could, and appeased quickly if you caught her eye. They both were, B and Mack.
And Corwin was up to his elbows in it with both of them, and not a paddle in sight.
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