area, dropping him. Standing over the man, he aimed his gun at Patrick.

"I'm going to give you a chance to leave Brooklyn for good," he said. "If you survive this gunshot, the next time I see you, I'm going to kill you."

Patrick never came back around after the shooting, but continued to send threats.

Hustling endeavors granted Roger the privilege to take care of residents back in Southside. He sent _barrels_ filled with guns and goods to the community on a monthly basis, with instructions to dish out food supplies equally among residents of the neighborhood. His enforcers, Itchy and Bulla, were in charge of dispensing the firepower to mercenaries.

He felt in depth to Southside, which was marred by one of the deadliest wars in Kingston's history of existence.Natty Blacks approached.

Natty Blacks put his hands in the air.

"I just want to talk. No guns," he said.

Roger put his shirt back over his weapon and went over to speak with the old Don.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Star, you have heart to be on my corner out here."

"I can go anywhere I want to go."

Natty Blacks could tell Roger was not intimidated by his presence.

"Roger, I've known you from you were a child. What's going on? Why are you acting like you don't have respect for the Don?" he asked.

"Because, I don't have respect for the Don. Respect my regime and everything will be okay."

"Star, we are all Southies, we shouldn't be fighting each other. Leave that to guys from Jungle, Dunkirk, Rockfort. Southside needs to unite."

"I understand what