Violence in the Blood: The Crime Syndicate, #1

By Mark J Newman

Crime Lord Malkie Thompson's spent 25 years, killing, maiming and blackmailing his way to the top. He's got everything he ever wanted, except his health.

The knives are out, his rivals sense blood. Their time is now but Thompson's not going down without a fight.

Violence in the Blood documents Thompson's rise to power, from the back streets of Glasgow to the industrial heartland of the Midlands.

Join the rampage as Malkie and his crew blaze a trail of mayhem and destruction north and south of the border.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark J Newman
• Release date: Jun 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533768438

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Violence in the Blood 

BY

Mark Newman

A Crime Syndicate Thriller

Published by markjnewmanbooks 2016

Copyright ©

Mark J Newman has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988, to be identified as the author of this work.

This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. If you would like to share it with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. Thank you for respecting the work of this author. This is a work of TOTAL FICTION.

Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Chapter 1: 1988

Back in eighty-eight, Vinnie Edwards ran the city. Controlled it all, nothing went down that he didn’t know about. He didn’t figure on Malkie Thompson showing up and staking his claim.

Malkie and his crew started making noises mid-July of the same year. Came down from north of the border, ripped off a building society. Daylight job, zero casualties unless you count the cashier pissing himself.

Simple but effective. Three-man crew, one on the door, Frank waving a shooter, modified double-barrelled shotgun, cut short, and easy to conceal. The intention to intimidate, not to kill. George, his back to the counter, crowd control, wielding a pickaxe handle. Malkie, Browning nine-millimetre pistol embedded in to the back of the cashier’s head while she loaded three sports holdalls. 

Two minutes forty, Malkie called time. All three strolled out into the Friday afternoon sunshine. No shots fired, textbook job. Sixty grand up, they split up, and laid low for the next seventy-two hours.

It had all the hallmarks of a pro job. Clinical, in and out, less than three minutes door to door. The kind of job that grabs attention, bringing heat from the cops. The local faces getting hauled in for questioning, released, harassed on their own doorsteps in the early hours. Surveillance teams sitting outside houses in the middle of the night. Everything recorded and documented for future evidence.

Vinnie Edwards’ name made it to the top of the list. The man in the know, he had to be hiding something. Cops had the thumbscrews on him within a couple of hours of the robbery. Enforcer battering ram busting down the door to his girlfriend Tanya’s apartment. They took it as a given they’d find him with his pants down. Vinnie, a creature of habit, guaranteed to get down and dirty every Friday afternoon. DI Chas Morrison, deep in Vinnie’s pocket, had to make it look authentic. Took along the police photographer to immortalise the moment. The kind that could ruin a man’s reputation.

Organised crime operates on respect. Lose respect and you lose everything. Difficult for Edwards to maintain, photographed on his knees gimp mask in situ, getting pummelled from behind with a luminous dildo.

Chapter 2

Vinnie wanted answers fast. In his manor, nobody made a move without his consent. This was unprecedented. The way he saw it; it had to have been pulled by an out of town outfit. No local crew wanted to go head to head with him. He couldn’t help but admire their audacious tenacity, which didn’t change the fact he’d have to kill them. No one went against the firm, more to the point, no