I’d found God in her eyes and a prayer in the simple method she moaned. I found my soul, the soul of mankind between her thighs. Devilish temptress or holy angel, I’d possess her all to myself. Nothing at all could happen to her, ever. Not just one scratch. Not just one frown on her face. I would kill to make her content. From Harlem to Prague, Moscow to St. Petersburg, Kazimir and the Harlem Staff are ready to ruin all enemies in their path. But some foes hide well within the shadows, and not everyone that’s with them is normally a friend. PARTLY II from the Lion as well as the Mouse, you can find hearts to protect, blood debts to settle, and several dangerous games to get rid of.