Some stories start with a crown.This one starts with a coffin.Kash was a different kind of king-calculated, clean, dangerous. A walking paradox. He moved like he knew the game two moves ahead, talked like a philosopher, and made power plays like a street god. But when the smoke cleared, and the streets got quiet, all they were left with... was a casket nobody saw inside.And that's when she showed up.Alorrah. Quiet. Beautiful. Dressed like generational wealth. But something about her felt like an earthquake in heels. She walked into that funeral with a kid on her hip that looked like Kash had cloned himself, and just like that-everything changed. Streets started whispering. Old enemies started peeking out of shadows. Even allies started acting funny.The Mental ain't just a nickname-it's a mindset, a battleground, a sickness. It breaks people. Builds monsters. Turns loyalty into liability and blood into business. In a place like this, everybody got secrets. And if they say they don't?They lying.Alorrah didn't come looking for war-but the moment she stepped foot in the city, she inherited it. Money, territory, enemies, and a kid who might be the last piece of a very dangerous puzzle. She's got suitors. Opportunists. Killers dressed as protectors. Some want her heart. Others want her assets. Most don't care if she makes it out alive.There's a quiet brother. A hothead. A lover that feels too perfect to be real. A lawyer with motives buried beneath the law. A preacher who might be a predator. And somewhere, underneath it all, lies a truth so twisted, no one's ready to face it.This ain't just about who pulled the trigger.It's about what that bullet was covering up.Power doesn't just shift-it collapses.Love doesn't just fade-it fucks you up.And in The Mental, nothing-nothing-is what it seems.This book is a mindfuck wrapped in silk sheets and sealed court papers. A psychological, erotic, street-political roller coaster that drips with tension, betrayal, and raw human emotion. Every chapter peels back another layer. Every character got a mask. And the more you read, the more you start to realize...The dead might not be gone.And the ones still breathing might be the real ghosts.Welcome to The Mental.Trust no one-not even yourself.