Handsome, fearless Lathe Bronson is New York City’s weapon against crime. He works and lives alone, fighting a war in the back streets where gangs operate in the dark. Pretty soon, they start fearing him, and give the cop a fitting name. They call him Lucifer.<br><br>Dissatisfied with his pampered, sheltered life, gorgeous Anjelo decides to escape by getting acquainted with life on the streets. Innocent and na?ve, he feels drawn to the city’s dark side. But he’s an easy target in an underworld with no rules.<br><br>When his path crosses Lathe’s, sparks fly. Can he overcome his own dark side and save Anjelo? Or will Anjelo’s wings get singed, trying to find love?

King of Sin

Later, when he finally talked to the doctor, he learned that he’d been hit with a weapon that left the jagged end of a broken bone cutting through his skin. The blood ran freely in thick scarlet rivers down his body.


It was a wound that had to be done by something large, something that had been bought off the black market. To make this kind of wound the bullet must have been close to being a small missile. Someone wanted his body irreparable…and dead.


The first name that came to him was—Rio.


All right, all right,” Rio said. “But mark my words. This ain’t over, Lucifer.


He didn’t know anything else until he woke up in a hospital bed with the overwhelming odor of disinfectant in the air. The bed seemed high off the floor, but the mattress was comfortable enough. Lathe looked worried as he gazed around the room. He knew that leaving wasn’t an option, and staying promised to be a slowly unfolding nightmare.


Chapter 12