Novel & Cerita Black Sabbath Cross Pendant

I’m just surrounded by people who think a pussy makes you brainless. I traced the pendant with my thumb and felt the faint warmth inside. The gem shifted colors under the bathroom light, blues bleeding into violent purples, silver sparks flickering like trapped lightning. This wasn’t just jewelry. This was a fucking war chest. The Obsidian Veil auctioned for more money than most crime families see in a decade, now hanging around my neck like a noose made of diamonds and promises. Who the hell are you, Dax Blackthorne? The question clawed at me.