I’m Sterling Sparrow, kingpin of Chicago.
I rule the world you see and the one good people pretend they don’t.
Nearly two decades ago, my father showed me a photograph—a girl with golden hair and light brown eyes—and told me that one day, if I proved myself, the girl would be mine.
Seasons turn to years and years pass.
Chicago is now mine.
It is time to claim my queen.
“Araneae McCrie, I’m Sterling Sparrow, and you’re my queen.
I get what I want and I want you.”