𝐂.𝐑.𝐄.𝐀.𝐌

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Navian's fingers glided over the stack of money, the warmth of the rising sun casting a comforting glow on her skin.

The guilty thoughts of how she got the money didn't exist anymore. The only thing that mattered to her was getting money.

Getting money was all Navian knew. She been on her own since she was young. She had to learn how to get it by any means.

Having a conscious to certain shit went out the window. It was either have that or starve, be broke or die. She wasn't going for none of them.

The weight of her experiences had shaped her into someone unrecognizable from her past self.

Navian lost too much, endured too much, and the person she once was become a distant memory. At this point she didn't want it to return.

A tinted black car pulled up beside her, Navian's head turned slowly, anticipation already coursing through her veins.

She didn't bother reaching for her gun, she knew what was coming next.

The hot shots pierced her skin, but the physical pain was no comparison to the torment she endured for years.

This is how the game go.