Through violence and manipulation, he’d secured the monopoly in illegal gambling, and no one had dared to challenge his position – that was, until now. Until Alfie Jennings had decided to open his own casino in Soho, breaking the rules of the pact which saw the triads run all casinos and the faces of London deal with whatever it was they dealt with. And now they were going to pay. Now, the rules had changed. Now, Chang was going to take over everything, and Soho was just the beginning of their takeover of London.
Lin nodded at Chang Lee as he drew an ace in the poker game he was playing with Mr Lee’s other men. ‘I would’ve liked to have done more, show them all what fear really is.’
Mr Lee stood up from the card table. He was already ten thousand down but he liked to occasionally lose to his inferiors; winning all the time was only something a fool would want, it made you lazy. ‘Slowly, Lin; slowly slowly catchy monkey. We want to do it properly. We want to force them out of Soho, like rats on a sinking boat. Soho will be ours, but patience is our path.’
Before Lin could answer, the buzzer rang. He looked on the monitors, immediately recognising the caller. It was Alfie Jennings.
Chang Lee gave a tight smile as he headed for the door. ‘I think I’ll leave the pleasure of a meeting with Mr Jennings to you, Lin.’ He paused, adding, ‘Oh and Lin, don’t forget to send the flowers.’ With that, Mr Lee left the room.
Alfie Jennings looked at his watch and quickly glanced around. He took a deep breath before again pressing the door buzzer of the unmarked basement office. They were taking the piss, he knew for a fact someone would be there. No doubt they’d be watching him on the CCTV cameras, thinking it was funny to make him wait. Well he’d show them. Oh yes, he was going to tell them just what he thought of their warnings and intimidation. No one, but no one was going to rip the piss out of the Jennings, especially not a bunch of noodle-eating triads.
Why should the triads have the monopoly on it all? Alfie hadn’t signed a fucking agreement saying they had the stakehold on casinos. There was enough money to go around and he not only wanted some of it, he was going to get it.
When Alfie had had the idea of opening a casino, he’d got one of his business associates to introduce him to Mr Lee, the head of the triads. He’d been polite, and asked them if he could open a casino, something he usually would never have done. He’d expected the man to say yes, but he’d just laughed in his face and given a point blank no. He’d asked three times more but he’d been warned off, something which had angered him no end, but had given him the nudge he needed; making him decide he didn’t need anyone’s permission to open a late-night illegal gambling den in his own club, Whispers.
It was a fucking muppet contract and of course, whoever had agreed to it had been a mug or a pussy, or both. No one would tell him what to do, and once he’d spoken to Mr Lee everything would get sorted and he, Alfie would carry on with his get-money-fast plan.
Of course he hadn’t told anyone what he was doing, but he’d spent his life playing by the rules of Soho and now it was time for Alfie to start to think about himself. And setting up this gambling club was doing exactly that. By the time word did get out to the other faces that he’d opened a casino behind everyone’s back, he’d be hopefully lying on the Costa del Sol with Franny, because that’s what it was all about. Having enough money behind him to wave goodbye to Soho and spend the rest of his days with Franny Doyle.
‘Ah, Mr Jennings, Lin is downstairs waiting for you.’ One of Mr Lee’s men opened the door to the basement office in Gerrard Street, Soho. He bowed courteously to Alfie, who scowled and growled at the man.
‘I ain’t here to see the monkey, I’m here to see the organ grinder. I want to see Mr Lee. Where is he?’
The man didn’t react, simply saying, ‘As I said, Lin is downstairs. He’d be delighted if you joined him for tea.’
Having no choice, Alfie followed the man along the dimly lit corridors to a white door which was opened by a smiling Lin.
‘Mr Jennings, a pleasure.’
‘Ain’t no pleasure for me mate, where’s your boss?’
‘I’m afraid Mr Lee doesn’t see visitors without an appointment.’
‘What is he, a fucking doctor? I ain’t here to get me cholesterol checked, I’m here to give him a piece of me mind, and get this sorted out.’
Lin smiled, looking amused. ‘A piece of your mind; what a strange expression, Mr Jennings, a curiosity quite how that would be achieved, unless of course someone puts an axe in your head.’
Alfie’s face darkened. He hated dealing with foreigners, especially smarmy ones, and the Chinese were the worst for that. To Alfie they had an air about them that made him feel they were looking down at him; that they thought themselves superior to him in some way.
‘Look, keep the chat to yourself, Lin, I want to make this short. Tell Lee to back off Soho.’
Lin roared with laughter, causing Alfie to seethe with even more anger.
‘And why would he do that?’
‘Well if he knows what’s good for him he will.’
Lin, a tall muscular man with dark eyes and poker-straight hair tied in a ponytail, was deadpan in his response. ‘Mr Jennings, aren’t they the same words we gave you when you came to ask us before about opening a casino? We told you not to, if you knew what was good for you, yet here you are demanding that we back off. Too late, Mr Jennings; the dove no longer carries the olive branch.’
Alfie stepped forward towards Lin. ‘Listen pal, I like straight talk, you can save all that spiel for the fortune cookies. I’m telling you, back off Soho.’
‘You broke the rules, Mr Jennings, you should’ve thought about that before. All these attacks on Soho are your making. If you had let things be, left the casinos to us, then everything would have been fine.’
‘That’s bullshit, you would’ve come sooner or later. We both know that.’
Lin contemplated Alfie’s words. ‘Perhaps you’re right, but you’ll never know now the rules have been broken.’
Frustrated, Alfie shouted, ‘There ain’t no fucking rules, and your name’s not Hasbro, you don’t have the monopoly on casinos. There’s enough punters to go around for us all to have a share.’
‘That’s where you’re wrong. There are rules, ones which you have disobeyed, and it would be in your best interest to stop with your casino now before it’s too late.’
Alfie looked curious. ‘And if I did, that would make you back off Soho?’
‘Oh no, like I say, Mr Jennings, it’s all gone too far, but it would keep you safe. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere else I need to be.’
Lin walked away but stopped, turning back round to face Alfie. ‘Oh, and if it’s straight talk you want, then how about this, Mr Jennings … Don’t fuck with us or you’re a dead man.’
‘I don’t get it. Why now? Why fucking make a ruck after all these years?’ Vaughn Sadler shook his head as he paced about in Bateman Street, speaking to Lola. He watched as his men boarded up her café; it was the least he could do. Lola didn’t have the means or probably the insurance to get the place up and running again and besides it being her livelihood, Vaughn also knew how much it meant to her.
The café gave her a purpose, kept her as part of the community within the only life she’d ever known. Years ago Lola had been a Tom, working street corners and living with various pimps, and although she had been harder, tougher and not a woman to mess with, she’d still been Lola. Ferociously loyal; someone who would do anything