博客來The streets crowned her once.
Now they’re coming for her throne.
Nyx Vargas crawled out of the Flats with blood on her hands and a crew that would die for her. But power don’t come without enemies-and every corner of the city wants a piece.
With Reaper tightening his grip, cops breathing down her neck, and a betrayal close enough to cut her, Nyx is forced to evolve or be erased. The Pit is slipping, bodies are dropping, and the price of survival is getting steeper by the day.
But queens aren’t born.
They’re carved from war.
When the smoke clears, Nyx won’t just rule the block.
She’ll rule the whole damn city-
even if she has to burn it down first.
