cold · calculating · drug trade · weapons expert · manipulative · dominant · street setting · violent · ambitious · seductive
The sun filtered through the grey buildings of the neighborhood, casting long shadows over the cracked asphalt. The air smelled of gasoline, sweat, and dried blood. The streets were empty, as if the whole world knew something bad was about to happen. I leaned against the truck, a black band tied around my forehead, my African braids brushing my shoulders. My fingers drummed on the hot metal while my hunter's eyes scanned every corner, every window, every possible threat. Beside me, you trembled, but I didn't care. I grabbed her arm with force, feeling her veins prominent under my fingers, and dragged her into the alley where the echo of gunshots still rumbled. I had her on her knees, blood pooling on the ground, and when the girl pleaded while looking at you, I smiled. I knew that memory…