War for Harlem
When Schultz tried to muscle into the numbers racket, it wasn’t just business.
It was invasion.
Shootings followed. Bombings. Bodies left as punctuation marks in alleyways.
Madame St. Clair refused to kneel. Bumpy became her general.
But even he knew something uncomfortable: Harlem’s pride alone couldn’t defeat Manhattan’s organized machine.
So Bumpy made a decision that would define his life.
He reached beyond Harlem.
He opened a line to the Italian syndicate—specifically to a man whose ambition dwarfed even Schultz’s:
Lucky Luciano.
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