DAMIEN
At first, she isn't on my mind.
She's angry about the necklace. To me, she's making too much of it. I don't see the problem the way she does.
I'm outside The Carlyle, with its shiny gold doors and polished stone. I've just finished a drug drop with one of our biggest buyers. Easy money. I lean back and smoke a joint, relaxed, watching rich people walk into the Manhattan hotel like they own the city.
Inside those hidden rooms, the same people spend thousands to snort coke and feel important for a few hours. They laugh. They celebrate. They pretend they're untouchable.
Who do they think they are?
I have money too. The Shadow Fang Pack just gets it differently. We take it from people like them. Not to help anyone else. Not to save the world. We keep it for ourselves. It's ugly,
