Tommy Moore has some scores to settle, and he’s further entering his dual life, where he takes matters into his own hands. His mother, who runs the firm, might not like what he has in mind, but that’s tough. He suspects she’s playing her own kind of game, but there’s no way he’s letting her get into bed with a traitor. The gangster from the south needs to learn a hard lesson, as does his mother’s turncoat. The thing is, life never runs as smoothly as he’d like, and a certain person steps in to wreak havoc, sending the Moores scrabbling to cover their backs. A recent death has been clocked, and people want answers. With the body in ashes, there’s no proof the person just went walkabouts, and the story the family put out to the masses has leaky holes—holes that need to be plugged. Tommy won’t stand for nonsense, and he’ll fix this like he fixes everything else. The London lot don’t bother him much, but the snitch does, and once he’s dispatched the wolf in sheep’s clothing, he intends to become king of not only the East End but the whole of the south. Watch out, Tommy’s on the warpath… Justice will be served.