I don't even know which side of the law I'm on anymore.
I've been deep undercover in the GSD cartel for four years. At this point, I'm not sure if Detroit PD even knows I'm still alive, since the only contact I have in law enforcement is my FBI handler, Griffin James. And I only ever get to talk to him on the phone. Beyond that, I'm surrounded by criminals all the time. They've become my friends. My family.
And you do whatever it takes to protect your family. Even if it means breaking the law. Even if it means losing yourself to the greater good.
Even if it means becoming the new favorite chew toy of the Prince of Detroit.