Gangland: Gog Free

Gangland Gog doesn’t want your territory. He doesn’t want your respect. He just wants to be the last name on your lips before the lights go out.

They call him Gog in the streets, though no one remembers why. Some say it’s short for “Goggles� — because he never takes off those scratched aviators, even at midnight. Others whisper it’s the sound you make when he finds you: gog . A choked-off gasp.

Gog runs the low tunnels under the old freight yards. Not a kingpin. Not a made man. Worse. He’s the cleaner they call when the cleaner needs cleaning. His tools are a welding torch, a sack of quicklime, and a smile that never reaches his eyes.