Tom Riddle

I'm listening, Miss Malfoy, what do you want from me!

The brother and sister stood in different corners of the room and looked at each other like wolves, you see, they are about to kill each other. Then the ringing silence was broken by a voice that was too soft for the appearance of the young man, it was Draco Malfoy, a tall blond with gray eyes, he is now 23

Draco: so...just listen to me, I want to say that you and I will...

He didn't have time to finish speaking, his younger sister interrupted him, she was 18, also a beautiful, not tall girl, for her 18, she was quite attractive, but she was worried that their father, Lucius, had died, and left her and her brother alone on the path of crime that he had paved for himself at the age of twenty.

• We will not sell drugs and prostitutes! And don't you dare argue with me until I hit you

Draco rolled his eyes and plopped down in his chair.

Draco: you want us to trade weapons like dad, well, fine, whatever you say, just don't forget that dad has a partner, and all we know about him is his phone number and that he's a certain Tom Riddle...we'll still need to talk to them

The girl nodded approvingly, because her brother was right, he was right for once, and there was a lot the kids didn't know, their father didn't just sell weapons, he and his partner, the now mentioned Tom Riddle, had a whole criminal unit, they called themselves "blood angels", a kind of gathering of people who only had fights, motorcycles and money on their minds. In addition to the blood angels, there were such units as "scorpions", "lion claws", "falcons" and "messengers of horror" perhaps the last were the most annoying

• Yes, brother... you're right, I'll try to get in touch with Mr. Riddle myself.

And indeed, when her brother went to bed, the girl went up to her father's office and, finding the guy's number in his address book, began calling.