She was soft like cocoa butter but moved like a bullet.
Niyah Monroe thought love would save her. Instead, it buried her. From sugar-laced kisses to blood-soaked bricks, she rose from a kingpin's girl to the queen of the whole trap. Betrayals. Bodies. Beauty in the chaos. Now Niyah runs the game solo ? no vows, no love, and definitely no apologies.
She used to be a trophy. Now she's the whole fuckin' war.