Introduction
I didn't pull the trigger by accident.
I aimed. I breathed. I blew that bitch's chest wide open.
She knew who she was playing with.
She knew about me. Knew he wasn't hers. Knew what we had.
And she still chose chaos.
So I gave it to her.
People like to talk about remorse. About how murder eats at your soul.
But what if your soul was already black?
What if the kill didn't break you—it healed you?
I don't regret it.
Not for a second.
What I didn't expect... was him.
Jacari Evans.
Her husband.
Her kingpin.
Her ghost.
He found me. Snatched me up like I was nothing. Made me pay.
But in the dark, in the rage... he saw something in me.
Something even she couldn't kill.
And now?
The man whose wife I murdered sleeps next to me.
Wears my name on his tongue.
Puts a ring on the same hand I used to end her life.
Twisted, ain't it?
But love never came clean in my world.
It came soaked in blood.
