Tommy Moore has two more jobs to do, then he’s home and dry. His mission to rule the whole of London is coming along nicely, and Fingers, his right-hand man, is settling into his role better than Tommy could have hoped. In the north, Spyder has plans of his own. He’s going to take the Moores out if it’s the last thing he does. Back from his holiday, rested and raring to go, he’s excited about executing all those who stand in his way. The man in the west, Dog, has been lending the Moores a hand, teaching Frankie how to run the south while Tommy keeps busy in the east. He’s content for the first time in his life and thinks of the Moores as family now. There’s just one little irritation to clear up, though, then everything will be peachy. But fate has other ideas, and when someone ends up dead, the misdemeanours of a past Dog had thought long buried come roaring back, which tells Tommy he’s made the right decision. He has clout, he’s had snitches, but soon, finally, axiom will rule alongside him. King of London.