Noires play to conquer, and this is the devil’s game.
A spinning wheel. A one-shot chamber.
Red or black, high or low, odd or even.
Hit or live.
One shield. One sword. One stone.
Flip the coin, or never say die.

Axel

La Lune Noire is a haven for the corrupt. My resort, my world, my life.

And Zara West is here to blow it up.

If only that were enough of a reason to stop thinking about the stunning assassin, but ever since she arrived, with her mahogany hair, quick wit, and cherry obsession, I’ve been consumed.

My infatuation aside, I never lose control.

No matter what she’s here for, she’ll leave empty-handed.

Never underestimate the house edge.

Zara

Axel Noire is an intoxicating man.

Everything about him screams king of the underworld—the suit, the power, the sapphire eyes and the city that worships him.

Having some fun with my mark couldn’t hurt. It might even help.

He thinks he has the upper hand, but when he least expects it, the tables will turn.

At least, that’s the plan.

But nothing about my La Lune Noire mission goes as planned.

In a blink, everything I am dissolves into a crimson mosaic and a collar of thorns.

He was the bullet I never saw coming.