William Beeman the most feared mafia boss in New York, sat in his dimly lit office, his fingers drumming on the oak desk. His sharp suit and cold didn't betray the storm brewing inside. His wife, the only person who softened his hardened heart, has been kidnapped.

A plain white envelope had arrived earlier that day, inside was a photograph of his iwfe, bound and blindfolded and a note "Stay out of the docks or she dies."

The docks. The nerve center of his empire, where hoods moved unseen, fortunes were made and secrets were buried. The threat wasn't just about his wife, it was about dismantling his power.

After a while his men found the location, an old abounded warehouse. Him and his men entered the dark warehouse, not a lot of lights only few dark ones, when he finally saw her, tied to a chair, in the center of the warehouse.