Michael
The neighborhood reeks of rot and revenge.
Outside, shattered windows drip smoke, and paint peels off the walls like the city itself is rotting from the inside out. I’m on the wrong side of Houston. The one the news never talks about.
My base was torched. Most of my men were butchered. The few survivors are ghosts. Vanessa stole my shipment in front of everyone. And Jericho, the bastard who once shared a table with me, turned his back like I was nothing.
Now I have one option left.
A suicidal one.
Make a deal with the Bloods.
And their leader, Dre Moncrief.
He’s a legend from the old streets. The only man who ever challenged Jericho Brown and lived to tell the tale.
I lean my elbow on the edge of the car window. The blur of the afternoon crowd fades behind the dirty glass.
