Mary Jane, a struggling comedienne, stumbled in to the wrong club at the wrong period. She didn’t spot the gangster gripping the gun and the two scary males on his sides. She just jumped around the stage, examined the mike, and proceeded to go into her routine. And that is where things got interesting. Noah was the gangster that gripped the weapon. The Beast of Din City. The Boss of the Streets. The main one who ruled them all in the North to the South. Not preference to murder females, he’d right now been thrown into an about Power unpleasant situation. She’d accidentally become a see to something she shouldn’t have observed. She’d now turn into a problem. However, their gazes fulfilled, and their hearts faltered, thump, thumping in their chest just like a tune defeat out from bullets slicing through the air and systems crashing to the ground. Their gazes fulfilled, and things could not end up being the same for him or her-or the streets. Their gazes met, and he didn’t kill her, instead he took her on the journey where sex matches the rhythm of the streets, high to low, even to rough, growing within them both until they’re not sure if some of them will survive-him, her, or those bloody streets.