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The isolated docks on the edge of the harbor in Hong Kong were empty. At 2:00 am, only a few prying eyes were up, who knew if they talked, death would visit their door before sundown. The seven figures standing in a semi-circle beneath the dock lamp, which cast a perfect circle of light around […]

Paul Lorio was sitting at his desk sorting through budgets for the proposed landfill project with the Seminole Tribe. Unknown to the Tribe, he was a mafia boss, a man to be reckoned with. He always got his way and when he didn’t, people usually didn’t live to talk about it. He was ruthless and