Ghost didn’t inherit Chicago—he buried the men who could’ve claimed it. From the ruins of Mentór’s empire, he carved a dynasty in flesh and fear, trading bullets for silence and loyalty for blood. Politicians bend. Judges vanish. The streets speak his name like scripture. What began as a power grab became prophecy—Ghost was the last king standing.
 
But even shadows cast too long eventually attract the light.
 
Now, with the city suffocating under his rule, a nameless agency reaches into its blackest file and pulls out two enforcers of last resort: Miles “Concrete” Hardaway—methodical, unyielding, haunted—and Jax “Sulfur” Riley—mercurial, reckless, and dangerously familiar with the line between justice and vengeance. They don’t wear badges. They’re not here to make arrests. They’re here to dismantle a ghost.
 
Dropped into a city where trust is currency and death is cheap, Concrete and Sulfur find themselves in a war of perception, chasing a man who’s always one move ahead—and who might not be a man at all, but a myth built to outlive them all. Every lead is baited. Every ally is suspect. And as they dig deeper into Ghost’s machinery, they find bones beneath the blueprint—and connections that reach back to tragedies neither of them escaped.
 
This isn’t about justice anymore. It’s about survival.
It’s about legacy.
And it’s about whether two men—built from code and chaos—can kill what was never meant to die.
 
Cocaine Covenant: Concrete & Sulfur is the final chapter in Ghost’s bloodstained rise to power—a trilogy steeped in betrayal, buried sins, and the violent cost of kingship. In the end, the city won’t remember who fired first—only who was left to tell the story.