These Wicked Deeds

There were four of us...

Nikolai was the stoic leader. His knack for sensing opportunities made our clients very rich. Our clients called him Hell's Banker.

Damien was the strategist, the gatekeeper, and the messenger.

I was the charisma, the jokester who could give you a hard time, or take pity, and clear a path. Some of our clients called me The Baron.

Together, the three of us were Gods in the Underworld. We made people's fortunes and legitimized their ill gains.

And then there was her... the glue that kept us together and made it work. Sofía's disappearance broke something in us, but our pursuit of her kept us focused, driven, and ambitious. Our single-minded determination to find her allowed us to climb to the top of the financial world to become the powerful men we were. We worked hard but played harder.

Enter Isabella Castillo, Santa Muerte-- Sofía all-grown up. It was supposed to be simple; she'd swoop in, perform her job, and use me as a cover and informant, then leave. Except, nothing is ever straightforward, and despite the time that passed between us, I remembered the girl she was. But the woman she'd become was irrestible.

The terms were straightforward... until feelings got in the way.