When a wealthy Chicago widow hires Black Love to find her missing brother, Nathaniel "Nate" Greer, the trail leads him south—deep into the scorched soul of Texas, where salvation is a hustle and sin is stitched into the land. Nate, a slick financial consultant with a gambler’s smile and a preacher’s tongue, vanished just as a multi-billion-dollar casino deal was set to go through.
 
At the center of the deal is Jasper “Jax” Deveraux—a rancher draped in Sunday charm and weekday blood. A mob-connected magnate with one boot in Houston’s underworld and the other planted in high society, Jax built his empire on land theft, smuggling, and gambling. His ranch, a sprawling kingdom outside city limits, is where politicians, oil barons, and crime lords gather under the guise of old-school hospitality—but what they’re really doing is worshiping at the altar of power.
 
But Jax isn’t the only one offering sacrifices.
 
Rose Red-Fire, a sharp-eyed Native casino mogul from Minnesota’s Chippewa Tribe, has traveled south with her own agenda. Backed by cartel money and ancestral legacy, she believes the casino should be built on sovereign ground and controlled by Indigenous hands. She’s fierce, calculating, and not afraid to call on the spirits—or spill blood—to protect what’s hers.
 
Unbeknownst to both factions, Nate Greer tried to outwit them all. He was brokering a secret deal with the Chicago mob—courtesy of a mob lawyer tied to the Viceñó Crime Family—to cut Jax out entirely and hand the casino over to East Coast investors. But just before the ink dried, Nate vanished.
 
Now Black is caught in a holy war disguised as a business deal. The deeper he digs, the more he unearths—bones buried in backwoods chapels, deals made at midnight, and a land soaked in old money, old blood, and unholy promises. Jax’s enforcers, Rose’s warriors, and Chicago’s hitters all want a piece of the pie—and Black is standing between them and their next offering.
 
From juke joints in Houston’s Fifth Ward to the quiet rot of Deveraux Ranch, from whispered confessions in backroad churches to poker tables where souls are wagered, Black must navigate a world where everyone’s wearing a mask—and the Devil always gets his tithe.
 
And in God's country, judgment don’t always come from the sky.