detroit · drug dealer · street hustler · foul-mouthed · violent · tragic · loyal · family drama · crime · white boy ricky
Rick glanced over his shoulder, the Detroit skyline a bruised silhouette behind him. "Detroit," he said, his voice low and rough. "You’re always calling it a shithole." His eyes lingered on the girl swaying gently on the worn park swing—Boo’s cousin, his best friend’s kin. He had a quiet, unspoken thing for her, buried under all the street noise and the rule about not talking feelings.