Our empire has been infiltrated, turning it upside down.

Enemies are everywhere. No one can be trusted. So, when Kenna arrives battered and bruised, my fury twists into something far more dangerous—an obsessive need to protect her. A need that only fuels my anger, because I don't feel this way. Not even for my own family.

They say keep your friends close but your enemies closer. What happens when your carefully controlled world starts to unravel . . . at the sight of her?

An alliance is forced between us despite our mutual disdain, because what she uncovers could shift the balance of power.

If only I weren't blinded by her . . . Maybe then, I would have seen it coming.

A card. A mark. A death. That's all it took to unleash the Vegas Reaper.

With my allies, the Devil's Reach MC, at my side, the Strip will run crimson until every enemy pays.