By the seventies, Chicago stopped pretending to repent—it just learned to legislate its crimes.
Carla “Red” Banks ruled when the streets were honest about their dirt.
Now her enemies wear suits, write laws, and call their crimes public service.
She hires Julian Vance, a slick Black attorney with mob ties and a preacher’s mouth, to make her empire look legitimate.
But every contract he files, every company he “cleans,” ends up in his name.
By the time she sees the hustle, he’s halfway to City Hall, shaking hands with men she used to pay off.
Red’s no fool. She built her throne from blood and hustle, and she’s not giving it up to a man with good diction.
So she flips the board—and makes sure every move he makes leads back to her.
When politics turn violent and alliances rot from the inside, Red finds herself bound to the man she can’t trust, running a city that’s learning to smile while it kills.
In Chicago, winning and losing are just illusions—the city’s the only one keeping score, and it stands undefeated.