London, 1977.
The rules have changed.
Jay Halloran survived South London by knowing when to stay quiet.
In Soho, silence doesn't keep you safe.
Here, power moves behind velvet curtains and neon light. Money flows fast. Loyalties shift faster.
Every favour carries a price.
Every introduction becomes a debt.
And every deal puts your name in someone else's mouth.
Jay is building something of his own.
But Soho doesn't care who you were - only who you can hold off.
Rivals are watching.
The police are closing in.
And the men who already own the city don't believe he belongs.
Because in this part of London, reputation is everything.
And once it cracks, it never repairs clean.
Soho doesn't reward ambition.
It exploits it.
And in a world built on appearances,
it only takes one tear in the silk to bring everything down.