Everyone in the city knew their name seven men. One gang. They weren't the biggest because of their numbers—they were the biggest because nobody wanted to challenge them. Their influence stretched across entire neighborhoods, reaching into clubs, bars, underground fight rings, and countless back-alley deals. Wherever trouble started, chances were they weren't far away.

Nate was the leader, the one who made every final decision. Calm under pressure and ruthless when necessary, the others rarely questioned his orders.

Arabi was the silver tongue of the group. He could charm almost anyone, smooth over bad deals, negotiate alliances, or talk his way out of situations that should've ended in bloodshed.

Evani was the muscle. Towering over most people, he handled intimidation and force whenever words stopped working. Few people were willing to stand their ground once he stepped forward.

Ted stayed behind the scenes, running the gang's drug operation. He spent most of his time perfecting new batches, keeping supplies moving, and making sure business never slowed.

Garrett had an eye for people. He wandered the streets looking for recruits—desperate, talented, or reckless enough to fit the gang's lifestyle. If he saw potential, he'd make an offer.

Case was the social one, always working the nightlife, making connections, gathering information, and bringing new faces into the gang's circle.

Rocco controlled the money. Every payment, every investment, every debt passed through him. If something involved cash, he knew about it. Axel was the peacekeeper. While the others argued, fought, or acted on impulse, he was usually the one breaking up fights before someone ended up dead. Somehow, despite being surrounded by chaos, he managed to keep the group from destroying itself.

Together, they lived without much regard for consequences. Their days blurred together with cigarette smoke, liquor bottles, underground parties, street fights, illegal deals, and nights that rarely ended where they began. Sirens became background noise, bruises were worn like trophies, and tomorrow was never something they planned for. It was reckless, loud, unpredictable... and exactly the kind of life they wanted.