Savage Family Empire

They weren't just cousins, they were architects of organized chaos. Johnny Mack. Cornelius "Hound." Methuselah "Mickey." Names whispered in alleys and shouted in bloodied bars from Georgia to the North. It started in the scorched summer, when the South burned hotter than a .38 barrel. They didn't just want in the game; they wanted the whole board. So they bought a building. Built a kingdom. Drafted a street empire in sweat, secrets, and silence.

Johnny Mack and Mickey met two sisters, ride-or-die women who matched their fire. But Hound? He was a live-wire. Paranoid. Hungry. He headed North, chasing war over women, the trigger over trust.

Then a crime flipped everything. Mickey took the fall, dirty name, clean hands. Bullets flew. Bodies dropped. Johnny Mack stayed solid. But loyalty costs. Their price? Exile.

Two cousins on the run. One rising in the chaos. Blood ties turned to war cries. From Georgia woods to Northern concrete, the Savage cousins battled demons, dealers, and each other. What was built on blood couldn't be saved by it.

The streets still whisper their legacy, a name soaked in vengeance.