Broken_7604

Dre was never meant to survive. Raised in the darkest corners of Mushin, Lagos, where betrayal walks hand in hand with loyalty, and bullets speak louder than words — he learned early that life doesn’t hand out mercy.

When a gang war steals everything he has left, Dre doesn't mourn — he hunts. With rage as his weapon and the streets as his battlefield, he carves a bloody path through the underworld. Enemies multiply, alliances twist, and the line between justice and revenge fades.

But Dre isn’t just fighting to survive… he’s coming to take everything they said he couldn’t have.

This is not a story of a hero. This is the rise of a street legend.

BORN OF VENGEANCE

It poured like the sky itself was mourning — not for the dead, but for what was coming.

Chioma stood at the edge of a small Lagos church, soaked, barefoot, and confused. She'd run five blocks barefoot, chasing a boy who dropped her brother's name in a whisper and vanished into the crowd.

When Dre disappeared for days, she always knew where he was. She always got a signal — a missed call, a bag of rice left at her door, even a bloody hoodie once.

Across the city, Dre moved like a shadow. His wounds from the explosion had been stitched up roughly in the back of a barber's shop. His ribs were cracked, his leg limping, but his mind?

In a warehouse filled with old TVs and stolen motorcycles, Dre stared at a cracked laptop screen. Simi had managed to recover a short loop from a street cam. It showed the boy who handed him the warning note — and who had clearly been trained.

The camera glitched, then returned.

On the bottom right of the frame, Dre saw something others would've missed.

"Yeah. Tag's been popping up in Agege, Ajegunle, even Surulere. It's not just Elric anymore."

Dre's eyes darkened. "So he's expanding. Or testing me with pawns."

Ayo stepped forward. "Boss... I just got word."

Ayo's voice dropped. "Chioma. Zino's boys. They grabbed her after church."

The laptop crashed onto the ground.

Chioma sat on a metal chair, her hands tied, blood trickling from her lip. Across from her sat Zino, dressed in white like an angel of death, peeling an orange calmly.

"You're stronger than you look," Zino said, popping a slice into his mouth.

Chioma spat blood. "You'll pay for this."

Zino smiled. "I won't. But your brother might."

He stood and leaned close. "You're not here to die, Chioma. You're here to break him."

Zino whispered, "If Dre doesn't show up at Elegushi docks before that clock hits zero, you'll be fished out by divers."

Chioma's heart pounded, but her eyes didn't blink.

"They'll have snipers, backups, landmines, sharks for all we know."

Dre looked up. His stare was cold.

"She's the only reason I didn't become a monster."

He loaded his gun. "Now I have nothing left to lose."

The air smelled like salt, smoke, and betrayal.

Just a black bag slung over his shoulder and something taped to his chest.

Zino was waiting with ten men, all armed. Chioma was tied to a pole by the water, duct tape over her mouth.

Zino laughed. "He doesn't waste time with corpses."

Dre grinned, cold and tired. "My final move."

A small flashing red light blinked on his vest.

"You taught me how to play chess... but you forgot one thing."

Zino raised his gun. "What's that?"

The Queen's Move