Good Criminals and Good Fridays

By Albert Oon

After the murder of his mother, Tommy, the Don of South City, teams up with Lincoln, leader of the North City gang, to take down the corrupt leaders of Old America that still hold power over it and take the entire city back for its people. In the near future when America is fractured and criminals are the heroes, only the virtuous will save the country and make it great like it was meant to be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Albert Oon
• Release date: Apr 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215816578

Albert Oon

A Catholic, self-published writer who writes for fun and to help others out. I write in the genres of horror, fantasy, romance, and sci-fi. I hope to be a successful writer who will be successful by helping you through life and possibly even help save your soul by leading you to God.

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Good Criminals and Good Fridays

Copyright 2023 Albert Oon

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Chapter 1 – Criminals Against the Criminals

Being at my mom and dad’s grave reminds me of what I’m fighting for. My dad was part of a group called The Boys. They were boys on Juniper Street who wanted to fix their city and obtained various leadership positions in the city to do so. My dad was different from the other boys in that he ran our family’s bakery and helped people on the street by giving them food or referring them to his friends. He was known as the Father of the South City by everyone in this city once known as the city of brotherly love. It’s gained the name of the city of America’s top five crime capitals, but with my dad and his friends in charge, that reputation quickly went away.

He was by no means a perfect man or a pacificist. While he went on his daily walks, he would always carry around knuckle dusters just in case he got jumped or had to save someone in need. Just like today, in his time, the police only bother patrolling the Center City and rarely bother with other districts, so the neighbors have to take care of their own. There were rumors that he and his friends would make bums swim across the Delaware River if they refused to change their ways. Even though there were bodies found in the river, no one could connect them to him or his friends nor do the cops who invest these murders bother since we had and still have plenty of family in the force.

The time of his death was sudden. My dad was taking his usual walks when he came across a crippled stranger who needed help getting to a hospital after he got into a fight with the scum of the city. Since it wasn’t too far, my dad carried the guy all the way to the hospital. When the man was good enough to walk, he wanted to thank my dad who was in the waiting room seemingly asleep with his rosary beads in his hand. Now, my dad had trouble being awake for the whole day because of his old age, but this time it was discovered that he died because of some kind of heart