Blurb:
“A ruthless meth dealer is torching Atlanta’s streets, and God and Day are striking back with two of Hollywood’s legendary pyro experts.”

The war raging through Atlanta isn’t just about drugs—it’s about power, leverage, and survival. God and Day’s task force is the only barrier standing between a growing plague and the city’s safety.
Wes and Law, childhood friends turned blacklisted pyrotechnic rivals, are hiding out in Atlanta until the fire they started in Hollywood is extinguished.
It seemed like a safe choice—until they’re dragged into the task force’s frontline fight. Now they’re trading cinematic special effects for real explosions and blood in the streets.
God and Day’s team is fracturing under secrets and betrayal, as the merciless army of their fiercest kingpin yet slowly closes in.
They used to fight to conquer… now they’re just fighting to survive.

Excerpt:
God stood.
“Well, I need two chemical experts, ones that got balls. You jumped into a dangerous situation while everyone else was running.”
“I’m not law enforcement, nor do I wanna be,” Wes argued. “My answer is no.”
“I’m not asking,” God said plainly. “I have meth labs popping up all over this city. My task force has the muscle, but we’re lacking in—”
“What do we get if we help you?”
“Shut up, Law!”
“Both of you shut up,” Syn said, uncuffing them, “I’m already getting a headache.”
Wes wanted to bolt the moment the cuffs came off, then God said the magic words.
“We’ll get you back to Hollywood,” God answered.
Law’s eyes widened as he rubbed at the marks on his wrists.
The scary lieutenant picked up the file.
“You’re both notorious for bad press. Anytime the two of you are mentioned, it’s because of a fuckup. We’ll get your names on the news, but it won’t be because you set a woman on fire.”
“That was not done on purpose, we—”
God put his hand up. “Save it. I don’t care. By helping us save lives and protect innocents, it’ll show you’re not the selfish pricks who were booted out on your asses last year. I guarantee the producers will come crawling back.”
Wes scoffed. “And if I still say no?”
The lieutenant scoffed back. “You don’t.”
God left, the door slamming shut behind him as if he always got the final word.