London Lot series by Emmy Ellis

Clout
To the outsider, Tommy Moore runs the East End, but behind closed doors, his mother is in charge. The family hold sway, and if you mess with them, you’d better watch out. A priest has been caught leaking information to the gangster who rules south of the river, and his treachery, amongst the other traitors in their midst, leaves the family unsettled. One by one, each person is brought to justice—the Moore way—and with the help of two dodgy detectives, they aim to make everything right again in their world. But someone linked to an act of deceit in the past also needs to be punished, except this time it’s a close member of the firm, someone they’d all trusted, someone always in the know. Tommy takes on the job of catching them, getting them to their abandoned gym where he extracts a confession—and he learns a lesson in locking his emotions up tight. The London lot are interwoven, promising to stay on their own patches, but with Kenneth Penny from the south playing games in the background, things promise to turn nasty. Or maybe that should be deadly…

Snitch
Tommy Moore has some scores to settle, and he’s further entering his dual life, where he takes matters into his own hands. His mother, who runs the firm, might not like what he has in mind, but that’s tough. He suspects she’s playing her own kind of game, but there’s no way he’s letting her get into bed with a traitor. The gangster from the south needs to learn a hard lesson, as does his mother’s turncoat. The thing is, life never runs as smoothly as he’d like, and a certain person steps in to wreak havoc, sending the Moores scrabbling to cover their backs. A recent death has been clocked, and people want answers. With the body in ashes, there’s no proof the person just went walkabouts, and the story the family put out to the masses has leaky holes—holes that need to be plugged. Tommy won’t stand for nonsense, and he’ll fix this like he fixes everything else. The London lot don’t bother him much, but the snitch does, and once he’s dispatched the wolf in sheep’s clothing, he intends to become king of not only the East End but the whole of the south. Watch out, Tommy’s on the warpath… Justice will be served.

Axiom
Tommy Moore has two more jobs to do, then he’s home and dry. His mission to rule the whole of London is coming along nicely, and Fingers, his right-hand man, is settling into his role better than Tommy could have hoped. In the north, Spyder has plans of his own. He’s going to take the Moores out if it’s the last thing he does. Back from his holiday, rested and raring to go, he’s excited about executing all those who stand in his way. The man in the west, Dog, has been lending the Moores a hand, teaching Frankie how to run the south while Tommy keeps busy in the east. He’s content for the first time in his life and thinks of the Moores as family now. There’s just one little irritation to clear up, though, then everything will be peachy. But fate has other ideas, and when someone ends up dead, the misdemeanours of a past Dog had thought long buried come roaring back, which tells Tommy he’s made the right decision. He has clout, he’s had snitches, but soon, finally, axiom will rule alongside him. King of London.