Lorenzo "The King" Moretti had ruled the underworld of New York City for over two decades. His word was law, and his enemies either bowed down or were buried six feet under. He was feared and respected by all who crossed his path. But even kings have enemies, and Lorenzo was no exception.

One night, after a luxurious dinner at his favorite restaurant, Lorenzo was ambushed. His bodyguards were expertly neutralized, and before he could react, a black van pulled up, and several masked men overpowered him. He was drugged and dragged into the van, fading into unconsciousness.

When Lorenzo awoke, he found himself in a cold, dimly lit basement. His hands and feet were bound, and his mouth was gagged. He could barely see the outlines of two men standing in the shadows, whispering to each other. He strained to hear their conversation but couldn't make out the details. All he knew was that he was no longer in control.

Days turned into weeks, and Lorenzo remained in captivity. His captors were surprisingly civil, feeding him regularly and tending to his wounds from the initial capture. But they never revealed their faces, always keeping him in the dark. However, Lorenzo's sharp mind was always at work. He began to pick up on their routines, their conversations,...