COLT
I exhale slow, dragging the cigarette from my lips, the burn in my lungs grounding me. Everything is f****d. Amanda is still gone. Ashton is making the worst f*****g decisions of his life. Blaze is about two seconds from killing someone. And me?
I’m just trying to keep my head straight.
Nic walks beside me, hands stuffed in his pockets, posture lazy, but I know better. His eyes flick from face to face, taking everything in. The Black Market isn’t a place you walk through unaware. It’s a place where people disappear.Where bodies get buried in shallow graves and no one asks why.
The streets are slick, wet with something I don’t want to name. People linger in the shadows—dealers, fixers, mercs looking for their next payday. A couple of girls stand at the corner, skirts too short, ey
