The first round was only a taste. Now the situation has fucking spiraled out of control.
Seth blew the whole thing apart, froze the Bulls' empire, and fled Europe, disappearing into nothingness. But a predator like him does not run to save himself: he moves through the shadows to reclaim what is his, driven by ruthless cynicism and followed by a trail of blood that cuts the African continent in half. There are no rules, there is no morality, there is only the pure anarchy of someone who has nothing left to lose.
But Seth made one fatal mistake: he touched the wrong money. He violated Tyr's fund.
Tyr is a lethal hound, an urban huntress who stops for nothing and no one. Wounded in her pride, stripped of her resources and driven by blind fury, Tyr throws herself into a desperate and feverish hunt across a savage and merciless land. She follows the trail of encrypted servers and corpses left behind by Seth, obsessed by a single thought: finding him and planting a bullet right between his eyes.
Two selfish psychopaths.
Two sworn enemies.
Neither of them is afraid of dying. Each of them thinks they are the king of the world.
When their paths finally cross face to face, in the mud and under the pouring rain, butterflies will not fly. Bullets, blades, brutal insults, and attempted murders will. But in the middle of that destruction, rage will turn into a fucking dangerous carnal obsession. A brutal, primordial hand-to-hand fight where hatred and explicit, raw, toxic sex become the only way to remember they are alive.
The war has begun. And there will be no prisoners.
π₯ VOLUME 2 OF THE DARK ROMANCE AND ADVENTURE TRILOGY.
π€ A visceral hatred that burns hotter than fire.
βοΈ Pure anarchy: raw violence, torture, language that would make a sailor cry, and completely brainless sex.
β οΈ HIGHLY EXPLICIT CONTENT: If you are moralists with an easy trigger, go fuck yourselves and close the tablet. Recommended ONLY for a mature and aware audience.
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