Velvet Concrete Book 2: Two Cities. One Crown. No Mercy.

Two cities. One crown. No mercy. In Detroit, Omari Carter holds everything with a closed fist and a federal indictment hanging over his head. In Chicago, Aries McClain wants all of it, and patience has never been his weakness. Between them runs a war neither king will stop, and a city that has already started counting the bodies. But the men aren't the only ones with everything on the line. Camille is building a stronger foundation to complement everything Omari has built, even as the ground shifts under them both. Reyna can read every man in the room but the one standing closest to her. Wynter is finally rising on her own terms, never seeing whose blood the ground beneath her is soaked in. Three women, fighting for the men in their lives. All of them fighting for their own lives, in very different ways. When the smoke clears, somebody will be standing at the threshold of an empire. They just won't see who's standing next to them. Blood is the price. The city is the prize. And the only rule left is the one Detroit teaches everybody, sooner or later: It never asks who you wanted to be. It asks what you can survive.