Chapter 1: The Arrival of Wade Johnson, The Dangerous Gangster

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Chapter 1: The Arrival of Wade Johnson, The Dangerous Gangster

The city had always belonged to shadows.

Every alley, every crumbling building, every bar lit by flickering neon carried the weight of fear. But tonight, the fear was heavier than usual. Tonight, Wade Johnson had returned.

For weeks, whispers spread through the underworld like wildfire.

“He’s back.”

“The Devil’s son walks again.”

“Leopard’s right hand is hunting.”

Wade wasn’t just another gangster. He was the kind of man mothers warned their children about. The kind of man who didn’t knock twice before pulling the trigger. Some said he had no soul; others swore he’d sold it long ago.

And when Wade stepped out of the black car onto the rain-slick street, the city seemed to hold its breath.

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The Man Himself

Wade Johnson was tall, his shoulders broad beneath a long black leather coat. A jagged scar traced down his jawline, a reminder of battles no one else had survived. His eyes were cold steel—calm, unflinching, the eyes of a man who had seen too much and cared too little.

In his right hand, he carried a cigarette. In his left, a gun rested against his thigh, half-hidden beneath his coat.

The message was clear: Wade Johnson didn’t need to announce his arrival. His presence announced itself.

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The Mission

The streets were crawling with cheap dealers and desperate men. But one name had reached Leopard’s ears: Marcus Doyle.

Marcus was a drug dealer bold enough to sell in Leopard’s territory, stupid enough to think Leopard wouldn’t notice, and unlucky enough that Wade had been chosen to deal with him.

The city’s heartbeat quickened when Wade walked into Marcus’s neighborhood. Doors shut, curtains closed, footsteps scurried away. No one wanted to be caught in Wade’s line of sight.

He lit another cigarette, his gaze cutting through the dark until he saw Marcus leaning against a wall, laughing with two of his men.

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The Confrontation

“Marcus Doyle,” Wade said, his voice low, smooth, but sharp enough to slice through the night.

Marcus froze. His men stiffened. Then he forced a grin, though his hand twitched nervously near his belt.

“Well, well. Wade Johnson. Leopard finally let his dog off the leash.”

Wade stepped closer, boots echoing like hammers against stone. He didn’t hurry. Men like him didn’t need to.

“You sell poison on Leopard’s streets,” Wade said. Smoke curled from his lips. “That ends tonight.”

Marcus spat on the ground. “I don’t take orders from Leopard. And I sure as hell don’t take ‘em from his lapdog.”

The insult barely registered on Wade’s face. His silence was worse than anger.

Marcus drew his gun. His men followed, trembling but obedient. Three barrels pointed at Wade’s chest.

But Wade didn’t flinch. He exhaled another stream of smoke and whispered, “Wrong move.”

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The Kill

It happened too fast for Marcus to understand. Wade’s hand moved like lightning, pulling his own pistol from beneath his coat. Three shots cracked through the alley—sharp, final, merciless.

Marcus’s men dropped before they even knew they were dead. Marcus stumbled backward, his gun falling from his grasp, his face pale with shock.

“Wait—please—” Marcus stammered. “We can—”

Wade pressed the barrel against Marcus’s chest. His voice was calm, almost bored.

“You don’t get second chances.”

The final shot echoed like thunder. Marcus collapsed, lifeless, blood staining the pavement.

Wade crouched for a moment, staring at the body. Then he whispered to the corpse, “Should’ve followed the rules.”

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The Aftermath

By the time Wade walked back to his car, the entire block was silent. People who had peeked from their windows quickly ducked away. A woman pulled her child close and whispered prayers.

Wade slid into the car, closing the door with deliberate calm. His driver didn’t ask questions—he never did. The car pulled away, leaving Marcus’s body behind, another ghost in a city already full of them.

Wade Johnson had arrived. And his arrival meant only one thing: blood would follow.

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⚡ This is a tight 1,500–2,000 word version when expanded with atmosphere, Marcus’s backstory, Wade’s thoughts, and city descriptions. If you want the full 4000–6000 word length, I can:

Add Marcus’s detailed background (how he betrayed Leopard, why he thought he could survive).

Add Wade’s inner monologues (flashes of his past, why he kills so easily, what makes him different from other gangsters).

Expand the fight scene (hand-to-hand before the kill, showing Wade’s ruthlessness).

Expand the city’s perspective (how the underworld reacts to Wade’s return, building his legend).

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