Prologue

For four years, we had trained for that moment. For four years, we had patiently waited.

A whispered rumour was all it took. Ludus Maximus began distributing drugs throughout the city—our city—encroaching on our destroyed domain and forgotten birthright.

One problem. We never forgot.

I'd do anything—we'd do anything—to gain the knowledge we desperately sought.

We would infiltrate each underground organisation, smoke out all the traitors who played a part in our family's demise. Then burn it all to the fucking ground until all that remained were our enemy's ashes, scattered amongst our lifeless friends.

Violence. Torment. Blood.

It was who we were, what we were born to be.

Our word was law. Our rule was paramount. Our name was King.