I barely slept after the highway ambush because every time I closed my eyes I saw blood soaking through Crow’s shirt and heard that dying Black Reaper’s voice echoed inside my head.
‘Your daddy owns half this f*****g state’.
The words followed me everywhere. Even now while I stood behind the Rusted Axle counter pouring burnt coffee for exhausted truckers at six in the morning. My brain kept circling back to it over and over again.
Because deep down? Part of me already knew exactly what he meant.
Growing up wealthy sounded glamorous to people who never lived it but expensive houses and private schools lost their shine real f*****g fast when you realized nobody around you actually acted normal.
My father always carried cash instead of cards.
Men with guns stood outside parties pre
