Mid-1960...

A young man, nursing a tortured soul just because he is different.
 

OK, so what's wrong with being a short-arsed, curly ginger-haired, pale-faced, thin-looking lad with freckles? 

Plenty in London's tough East End during the 1960s.
 

At the age of 18, something inside Eddie Coleman snapped. 

His worm had turned and turned vicious. From here on, he was going to be someone to be reckoned with. Someone to fear. 

Recruiting like-minded individuals from downtown Limehouse, his crew expanded rapidly. Their deeds and wrongdoings leave a trail of blood, beatings, blackmail, robberies, and murders. 

At the height of his reign, Eddie finds love. 

For a time, he seems to have the Midas touch. Even the law cannot put a finger on him, or so he thought. 

Was it love or the law that finally brought him to his knees?