Tony Lloyd is home after a long bid. The city’s colder now—its corners unfamiliar, its codes rewritten. The empire he once helped build has crumbled into rumors and redeveloped lots. The old rules are dead. Now, politicians, pushers, pimps, and private contractors run the board. But Tony's name still rings bells, even if half the street wants him buried and the other half thinks he’s a ghost.
 
Big Cousin is the only one waiting at the gate—older, slower, but still ten toes down. Together, they lay out a quiet plan: rebuild what’s his, legit or not. A funeral home for the front. Community contracts behind it. A new kind of code. Something that honors what was, while adapting to what is.
 
But peace was never part of the Trenton bloodline.
 
Tony’s presence alone rattles Vernon “Vee” Knox, a self-styled kingpin of Black labor on the South Side. Once a kid hustling under the shadows of Policy Kings and mob contracts, Vee now heads the Black Labor Vanguard (BLV)—a ruthless political machine disguised as a union advocacy group. He controls who eats, who works, and who gets left out in the cold. Vee isn’t just trying to run the streets—he’s trying to bury the name Trenton and erase the blueprint Tony once laid.
 
The real tension ignites when Jules “Stacks” Stokes, a white, third-generation soldier from Union Jack’s crew, returns to the fold. Stacks still wears his family’s name, but he owes his life to Tony from their time inside. Against tradition and expectation, the mob backs Tony through Stacks—fronting him product and granting him a piece of a neighborhood that falls under Vee’s domain. When they instruct Vee to stand down, he takes it as betrayal—by the mob, by Stacks, and by the streets he thought he controlled.
 
Now the line is drawn.
 
Tony wants in on the unions. Vee sees that as sacrilege.
Vee wants full independence. Tony’s climb threatens that.
Stacks is caught in the middle—loyal to two men with blood in their eyes.
 
As BLV inspectors sabotage Tony’s job sites, city permits mysteriously vanish, and street soldiers go missing, Chicago becomes a powder keg of old vendettas and new power plays. The mob demands silence. Vee demands submission. Tony demands respect.
 
But in this war, there’s no middle ground—only legacy or extinction.