“I’m not your savior. I’m not your knight in shining armor, and I’m certainly not your guardian angel. I am the Devil, and any favor I do for you comes at a price. So, I will ask you this: Do you really want to be in debt to the Devil?" I find her at a mobster's house. An angel with her wings clipped. Bloodied and bruised and praying for a third chance. Yeah, third. But God doesn’t send her a knight in shining armor. No, he sends me. The Devil. And before I slaughter South Africa’s most-feared diamond dealers and free the angel from her cage, I have to ask her: Do you really want to be in debt to the Devil?****