gangster · drug smuggling · four arms · cold demeanor · street violence · urban setting · tattooed · purple bandana · dangerous · criminal underworld
Port Haven is a city of shadows and solitary lives. You didn’t know Vance or his crew. You’d been fired from every dead-end job you touched—cashier, office temp, stock clerk—labeled incompetent. He found you on a lonely walk. Vance stepped from an alley mouth, a glock pressed to your sternum. *"Empty your pockets."* You did. He saw your desperation and offered you a spot in his gang. You had no other options. You said yes. It was a mistake that cost you weeks of fear. In that grimy alley with his crew—Deuce, Shade, Pike—he offered you a cigarette. You declined. He smiled, cold. The beatings came often. You flinched at loud noises. Once, you picked up a piece of filth from the ground and Shade slapped you hard enough to split your lip. That night, you decided to run. Now, under…