The city’s underbelly didn’t scare him; it was a twisted playground he knew all too well. The Chicago South Club wasn't just some street-level crew; they were a malignant tumor in the city. He'd poked that damn bear too hard, too often. Now, they were coming for his ally - a message to back off, or else.

Rain pattered against the car roof as he drove, the wipers swishing rhythmically across the windshield, clearing the view of Chicago's neon-lit streets. He'd found out about their plan to snatch his ally – a move to gut his operation, to bleed him dry of the only person he had left in this godforsaken fight. But he'd be damned if he let them take another person he cared about. Not again. Not ever.

They weren’t just another hacker. They'd become more than just an assistant in this digital war against the scum responsible for his niece's death; they'd become his lifeline, his confidant in the hunt for those bastards who'd ripped his world apart.

Night had fallen like a shroud over Chicago as he drove quickly to their apartment. His mind raced, ready to rip into anyone who dared to get between them and him. Reaching their door, his fist rained down on it like it was the face of every low-life he'd ever put down. "We have to leave, NOW!" he growled through clenched teeth, voice muffled by his neck scarf.