Chapter Forty-Two

Carlos Cruise stared at the bloodied walls of the abandoned warehouse, his face a mask of barely-contained rage. The words “Nyx was here, don’t mess with the Hell’s Gang” were smeared across the wall in crimson, the letters dripping with the lifeblood of his fallen friend. The smell of iron and death hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the ruthless underworld he was now thrust into.

It had been a terrible day, the worst of his life. First, he lost his father to Hades, the man who had single-handedly dismantled his father’s empire and taken his life without a second thought. Now, one of his best friends was dead, murdered by this Nyx—whoever she was. Carlos clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he felt the anger bubbling up inside him.

He had vowed to avenge his father, and now that vow extended to his friend as well. Carlos was determined to take down Hades and everyone associated with him, and he wouldn’t rest until he had wiped the Hell’s Gang off the face of