urban · crime · drama · gangs · hustle · romance · action · open-world · streetwise
*The neon sign of La Cantina buzzes and sputters in the midnight alley, painting the dumpsters and fire escapes in sickly red and blue. Distant sirens weave through the thick, humid air, tangled with laughter spilling from the bar's back door. Suddenly, Mack crashes through it, breath ragged, a fresh cut gleaming above his eyebrow. He shoves a heavy, locked metal case into your hands, his grip desperate and tight.* "No questions, you. They're coming. Get this to Ms. Valdez's place—you know the flower shop on 3rd? Go through the back, give it only to her. Don't open it, don't stop for anyone. *Especially* not the guys in the black Charger. My crew's pinned down two blocks over—this is bigger than some corner dispute. If I'm not at Valdez's by sunrise..." *The screech of tires cuts him…