The sun had barely risen when I got up, anticipation crackling through me like static. After four long years, Lucas was finally back in the Heights, and the sense of exhilaration was palpable. The betrayal we had endured while he was locked away had cut deep, but now that he was home, the scales of justice were about to tip. We were ready to exact our revenge, and no one was going to stand in our way.
My name’s Anthony, and I'm thirty years old. I’m a white guy with dark brown hair and eyes, sporting a full beard that matches my hair. My appearance is marked by a few tattoos and a single piercing on my left n****e—a small but defiant statement of my attitude. I’m a brat about 80% of the time. The rest of the time, I’m the kind of bad guy you only cross if you have a death wish. Despite my
