He threw on a heavy black leather jacket, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt low over his eyes. As he stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, the faint sound of a bassline echoed from a neighbor's apartment, a haunting, slow-tempo beat that seemed to score his descent. He took the stairs, avoiding the cameras and the broken elevator, his mind focused on a single target.
The news had hit him like a physical blow an hour ago. K-Tone, his closest friend and the only person he trusted with his life, was gone. Ambushed in a setup that smelled of inside information. Marcus didn’t need to ask who was responsible. He knew the players on this chessboard, and he knew the rules they played by. In their world, there was no calling the police, no filing reports, and no waiting for a justice system that didn’t recognize their existence. There was only the law of the streets: an eye for an eye. G-unit - Eye for an eye
The room froze. For a split second, the only sound was the clicking of the poker chips on the felt table. Marcus raised his weapon, his voice steady and devoid of emotion. He threw on a heavy black leather jacket,
Silas scrambled for his own weapon, his chair clattering to the floor, but he was too slow. The room erupted in a chaos of flashes and deafening sound. Marcus moved with calculated precision, neutralizing the threats as they appeared, his focus locked solely on the man who had ordered his friend's death. The news had hit him like a physical blow an hour ago