The Whiskey Files - Book Two

The bar burned.

What rose from the ashes was something far more dangerous.

When Coyote's goes up in flames, Joker is supposed to disappear with the smoke. Instead, he leaves the ruins standing and starts building quietly around them. The Whiskey Fuse stops being a refuge and becomes a structure-disciplined, expanding, and impossible to ignore.

Power doesn't come looking for him with guns. It comes with paperwork. Investigations that never end. Deals that sound reasonable until you read the fine print. Pressure applied through money, permits, and influence-meant to choke him without ever pulling a trigger.

The Fuse expands anyway.

Old loyalties are tested. Secrets meant to protect start doing damage. Ghosts from the past refuse to stay buried, and the cost of leadership climbs faster than the body count. Joker learns that survival isn't enough anymore-every move forward creates debt, and every debt demands payment.

This isn't a story about revenge.

It's about reckoning.

Because every empire runs on credit.

And sooner or later, the devil always comes to collect his tab.