Gideon Cod Novels & Stories

And Gideon had walked those shadows long enough to know every corner, every crack, every hidden den that scum like Orion used as cover. He reached the hideout in less than fifteen minutes. It was one of the gang’s known dens—a crumbling warehouse at the edge of Dagger Street. He didn’t knock. He didn’t announce himself. Gideon was his own force. His reputation had been built with blood, and no one—no one, not even the most ruthless in the hood—dared to test him. Except Orion. And tonight, that rat was going to pay. Inside, Orion’s voice echoed faintly from the back room, laughing at something. Probably boasting about what he had just done.