Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 191: Briggs Avenue Gang

Toby Robinson was Georgia Doyle’s husband. The earlier Robinsons had worked in iron mines. Later, with the rise of the local steel industry, they joined the mills. The area gradually developed into a major hub for coal and iron distribution, driven by the demand for a port to ship materials from nearby mines. Middlesbrough was established as a port town linked to the Stockton and Darlington Railway.

With the development of the port came the inflow of drugs and illegal goods via the sea. Several gangs began to flourish in the area. Over time, as mining and steel industries continued to modernise, the Robinsons began losing their jobs and eventually drifted into gang activity. However, they remained on the periphery, occupying low-ranking roles.

Toby was an outlier in the Robinson family. From an early age, he showed a remarkable aptitude for learning. Eventually, he completed a diploma and secured a job in Hartlepool. He married there and went to live with his in-laws.

A couple of months earlier, he died in an accident. After his death, he was brought back to be buried among his family.

Death was nothing unusual for the Robinsons. Every now and then, one of them would die in a gang fight or be shot dead by the authorities. Such was the price of living within the gang network. Almost every family in their neighbourhood had members either actively involved in a gang or retired from one.

Locally, the Briggs Avenue Gang held considerable power.

They had previously been involved with various other gangs and experienced several internal conflicts. Eventually, to put an end to the infighting and maintain peace within their territory, they established their own group composed exclusively of locals.

The gang began taking on missions for major cartels, distributing earnings based on merit. This system proved effective, keeping the members satisfied and loyal. Over time, they grew into the largest gang in the surrounding area. No one dared to challenge them on their home turf... not even the police, who deliberately avoided patrolling the neighbourhood.

After a day or two of mourning, his mother, Mary Robinson, resumed her normal life. She had three sons. Apart from Toby, the other two had never attended school and had joined the local gang from a young age.

Almost a year ago, her eldest son, Boby Robinson, was arrested while trafficking drugs. He had been in prison since and was unlikely to be released any time soon. Her husband had died early, so now she only had her youngest son, Terence Robinson, by her side... as well as her eldest son’s wife and two young grandsons.

A few days ago, her eldest daughter-in-law came with news that gave her hope of bringing Boby back. She had heard that, following Toby’s death, his wife had received almost two hundred thousand pounds in compensation. Mary believed that, as a family, they were entitled to that money. The rest of the household agreed.

lawyer and post bail for Boby. With that intent,

their plan, Georgia came to visit. But when they demanded the money they believed was rightfully theirs, she refused. She was adamant that the money was for her son’s future education. No matter how much pressure they applied, she

and tied her up. They threatened to kill her and even resorted to torture. Still, she refused to give in. She even managed to steal another phone to call for

her mouth taped shut, there was no chance she could cry out. Their plan was to starve

frantically. It was unusual for

from her room and turned on the garden lights, then hurried back to the window. There, she caught a glimpse of a man carrying Georgia

then, Terence had also come out of his room. Seeing him, she shouted, "Go out and stop them!

rushed to the front door with a baseball bat in hand. But just as he was about to open it, he paused. He could see three or four people on the road along with the

opponents. His mind raced. "If I press the alarm, the gang will come out to intercept them. But the alarm is only meant for rival gang attacks. I’ll have to explain myself later. Still,

say I mistook them for a rival gang. I’ll be scolded, maybe worse... but I need the money to bring big

the end, the weight on his shoulders

wail of the alarm. One by one, gang members poured into the street... wielding swords, spears, golf clubs, baseball bats, steel pipes, and

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on. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards the

users could only take non-living items... those they could physically carry or touch into the shadows with them. A living person on his shoulder rendered

the

him towards the road. By the time they reached the rest of the team, everyone was already in motion, preparing

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than twenty armed people rushing toward them, Sebastian stopped abruptly and shouted,