He was a magician, a trickster, the first-generation drug lord, the one who held the city in his hand. The one everyone feared, even beyond borders, his name whispered on an international level. That was Lucian… But above all, his words carried wisdom. He was a man who had lived it all, who knew what it meant to crawl up from the slums to rise as the one in control, the one who had everything. Money, women, power, everything a man could ever wish for.
But they say it's lonely at the top… and for Lucian, it truly was.
All of his friends… the ones he went hungry with in the slums, the ones he robbed with, the ones he could call brothers, the ones he could trust… were gone. Over the years, they all fell. Some overdosed, some were killed, and some were thrown behind bars, just to tighten the knot around Lucian's neck.
