The past left bruises. The present is bleeding. And the future? It’s coming in hot. In Part Four, the dust ain't just unsettled—it's kicking up a storm. Kiersten is finally trying to breathe. Her own place, peaceful mornings, and that slow, dangerous draw to Sire—the kind of man who feels like a warm hug with a loaded gun tucked in his waistband. He’s comfort and chaos, and she’s caught in the middle. Sire’s still running the streets with calm precision and raising his son like a king. But Kiersten... She’s messing with his focus. What started as something soft is cutting deeper than he expected—and that truth’s getting harder to dodge. Meanwhile, Jream’s putting her broken pieces back together, but some cracks don’t heal easy. Saint dipped out without a word, and now that she’s standing strong again, she’s staring down a truth she never wanted to whatever they had might be over. And Saint... He’s grinding in ATL, trying to stay ten toes down, but Jream’s silence is ringing in his chest like a shot. When she shows up in his city, he’s got no choice but to face everything he’s been running from. But love ain’t the only one lurking. Revenge is creeping through the shadows, waiting for its moment. And when it strikes... Everything—every fragile bond, every rebuilt bridge, every hard-earned peace—is on the line. In this game, it’s not just about who you love… it’s about who’s still standing when the smoke clears.