G-Tru spits fire on stage and truth in the streets—a rapper turned activist too dangerous for his own record label. When the contracts tighten like chains and his protests draw the wrong kind of heat, he turns to one man who can dig deeper than the cops and dirtier than the feds: Black Love.
 
The job sounds simple—find the skeletons in the closet of Jersey Banks, a slick hotel queenpin with Dixie Mafia blood in her veins and Nashville money on her hands. But Banks doesn’t just run hotels; she runs people, politics, and payoffs. Every room key is a loaded gun, every deal a setup waiting to snap shut.
 
As Black peels back the velvet curtains, he finds himself caught between music moguls, Southern gangsters, and activists with more enemies than allies. G-Tru wants freedom. Banks wants silence. And Chicago, as always, wants blood.
 
In a city where capitalism is a gladiator sport—if you’re not at the table, you’re on the menu. The strong barely survive, and the deadliest don’t just eat the strong—
they clean their teeth with the bones of the weak. Around here, that’s not a warning. That’s a Bullet to the Back of the Head.