Blunt Force Billionaire

Rhys Lite grew up overlooked. Quiet. Soft-spoken. A good kid in a loud-ass world that never really saw him. Now? He's that man. Billionaire off blood and hustle. Rolls his blunts with the same hands he built an empire with.

He lives in luxury-silk sheets, private jets, diamonds big enough to blind. But he never really gets to live in it. There's always some bullshit. Always somebody testing his patience. Always a setup, a snake, a hit that needs to be handled-and it's always him and Malcolm cleaning up the mess.

Malcolm's his best friend, his other half in this cold world. Funny as hell, reckless in the best way, and always down to ride. The two of them? Untouchable-until they're not.

And underneath all that? Rhys wants more. He wants love. A woman who sees him beyond the empire, beyond the guns and the grind. A family. A future where he ain't just running from danger but running to something real.

But the lifestyle? It always pulls him back. The streets don't stop. The threats don't quit. And every time he thinks about letting his guard down, the game reminds him why he can't.

He's tired of being the one who gets crossed. Tired of forgiving shit that should've gotten somebody killed. He'll keep getting high. Keep making money. Keep running Miami like it's his.

But he's not playing defense anymore.
Next time somebody messes with him-he's going straight for the throat.