The Syndicate noticed. Their leader was a man named Ranjeet—tall, always in sunglasses, with a voice that cut like a blade through a crowded market. He drove a shiny SUV that looked obscene against the mud of the lanes and wore a ring the size of a coin on his pinky. Ranjeet had come from nowhere and taken everything. He had a way of smiling right before he made a threat.
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Ranjeet laughed. “Everyone refuses, until they stop refusing.” The Syndicate noticed