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A NIGHT OF NOSTALGIA AND DREAMS
As the police swarmed into Marc's Red Night Pub, chaos erupted. The sound of shattering glass filled the air as chairs were overturned and glasses were sent flying. But Marc wasn't there. He had left just minutes before the police arrived, leaving his mates Jim, Remy, and Jake to face the music.
Jim turned to Remy, his face contorted with rage. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded.
Remy shook his head, his expression bewildered. " We were just having a drink, and suddenly the place was full of coppers."
Jake, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "We need to stick together. We're in this together, lads."
The three men huddled together, their hearts pounding in their chests as the police closed in. But just as they were about to be arrested, a figure appeared in the doorway.
It was Marc. He strode in confidently, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Gentlemen," he said coolly. "What seems to be the problem?"
The police hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. Marc's presence seemed to throw them off balance.
"Mr. June, we have reason to believe that illegal activity is taking place on these premises," one of the officers said, his tone wary.
Marc chuckled. "Illegal activity? What, you mean drinking and playing darts? That's hardly illegal, is it?"
The officers exchanged glances, uncertain. Marc's charisma was undeniable, and they were starting to feel like they might be out of their depth.
Marc exuded a sense of invincibility that made even the police second-guess themselves.
In the end, they had no choice but to let him go, and his mates were released along with him. As they walked out into the night, Marc lit another cigarette.
Jim let out a sigh of relief. "Bloody hell, Marc," he said.
Remy nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you saved our arses there, mate."
Jake couldn't help but grin. "I knew we could count on you."
Marc shrugged off their praise, but inwardly he felt a sense of satisfaction. He had always known that he was destined for greatness, and moments like this only served to confirm it.
As they made their way down the darkened streets, Marc couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. He remembered the days when he had first started in the East End, running petty scams and shaking down local businesses.
But now, with his empire growing stronger every day, he knew that he was on the brink of something much bigger.
"Tonight was just the beginning," he said, his voice filled with a quiet determination. "We're going to be unstoppable, lads. Nothing can stand in our way."
