BFF Sadie and Mocha roll hard for one another. Sadie's cousin, Ray is second in command for the dopefiend's supply and demand in Detroit. Until he's given the opportunity to be the 'boss' he's always been. Sadie begs for her place in his kingdom and bullies a reluctant Mocha to ride to the moon with them, clad in Louboutins, Gucci and heavy artillery. Deeming themselves The Last Kings, they re-build an empire with higher walls, structured trap houses, wiser and wealthier soldiers, legitimate businesses, and a liaison with the Italians that promises limitless dope.
The Last Kings left me with mixed emotions, because it started off with a monotonous drone but erupted into a thunderous explosion. I was almost halfway through the book before it took on a life of it's on. There were some familiar almost copycat scenes topped with contradictory descriptions...the developmental stage was thorough but took entirely to long and was almost fatal. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I read two different voices, simply saying two authors. A dynamic ending swooped in with a captivating save and solidified that indeed, The. Last. Kings. Don't. Die...they live to avenge their own...or do they? Love, loyalty, business-savvy, revenge, murder, sexual immorality, and even devotion make for an engaging tale of life in a kingpin's kingdom. Editing issues, an inconclusive ending and a very slow beginning are my reasoning for this rating. 3.88