Notting Hill City.
It was a place dear to Max. His hometown. Where he grew up, where he went to school, and most importantly, where he founded the White Tiger gang and built his first empire.
He had been proud of everything he'd created there... until he joined the Stern Empire. Because, as they say, comparison is the thief of joy.
The reason he chose this city for today's plan was simple, he knew it better than anyone. Every street corner, every alleyway, every shopfront and shadow. The people. The shortcuts. The secrets.
This was his city.
I just never expected to come back so soon, Max thought. I always planned to return when I was ready, to take it back. But... circumstances have changed.
"So, Max," Joe said, leaning forward from the back seat, "are you gonna explain why we're going to a completely different city? Because this is starting to feel like the setup for some kind of death game."
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
