JC and Wanda had teamed up, but the past wasn't letting him breathe. He had unfinished business back in Michigan and Atlanta, two cities that still had his name on their hit lists. Before he could make any moves in the future, he had to clean up that mess. His newborn was depending on him, and he couldn't let the demons of his past catch up to him. The heat from Kelly, Lamoto, and Nino's people was only getting hotter, and JC knew he had to strike first before they got to him.

Then word hit the streets: his enemies weren't just lying low, they'd packed up and moved their operations to Las Vegas. They were coming for revenge, and JC wasn't about to wait around for them to make the first move. Vegas wasn't just another city; it was a jungle, full of sharks waiting for blood. And JC wasn't about to be the one to get eaten.

He knew what needed to be done. It was time to turn the streets of Vegas into a warzone. He wasn't just fighting for survival he was fighting for his family. The city lights might look pretty from the outside, but underneath, JC was preparing to make them shine red with blood. This wasn't just business; this was personal. Vegas was about to find out what happens when JC gets backed into a corner.