Luke was white-knuckled as he gripped the steering wheel of his Porsche 911 Silver Carrera sports car with one hand, a whiskey bottle in the other. Speeding through the streets of downtown Chicago, the streetlights flash over his face like a strobe light. He knew at any moment the red and blue lights would probably flash in his review mirror, but he didn't care. He was drunk and had no business driving, but his anger outweighed his rational thought. The faster he went, the more his memories came flooding back. The memory of the night Beau D'Amico came searching for an ally in the fight for his life that no one knew he was facing.
~Six months ago, in the Gambino downtown penthouse office.~
It hadn't been long since he took over for this father, but Luke was fitting right into the fold. Dressed to the nines, he looked like a high fashion corporate tycoon. Far from it though. He ran a criminal syndicate that even he wasn't sure he could control.