Chapter 107 Six Feet Under

• "Survival? In this city, it's just another breath," Mason said, shrugging off the weight of uncertainty. "Frankly, I didn’t know how much revenge fueled my journey until the lines blurred. I stood at a crossroad, one leading back to the man I used to be—a loving husband, a simple contractor—and the other leading to the dark heart of Chicago's underbelly. Olivia thought she knew power," he growled, "but power in Chicago isn't about money. It's about understanding the rhythm of the streets."
• His fingers drummed a restless beat against the church wood, each tap a punctuation mark to his narrative. "The day everything changed, I wasn't looking to become a kingpin. I was looking to survive."
• The day everything changed wasn't marked by heroics. It was survival, pure and simple. Mason's voice dropped low, gravelly as broken concrete. "I didn't set out to become Leo King. Hell, I was just trying to keep breathing when the world wanted me six feet under."