Growing up I had no love. My family abandoned me when I was younger, leaving me to wander the streets of New York City. Many nights I went hungry, scared, and I mostly slept on park benches. It didn't take long for me to be introduced to drugs, specifically cocaine. It was too good; I couldn't go three hours without it. Coke helped me forget the struggle I was going through. That was until my dealer was murdered because he owed someone money. I went into withdrawl, alone, and probably better off dead. But a man by the name of Pablo brought me in and nursed me back to health. "What do I owe you?" I asked. He looked at me with a wise smirk and said, " I want you in my gang. You've got potential, kid." Well, at the time, it seemed like good idea. He saved me, and all I had to do was be apart of his gang. No biggie. That was the dumbest choice of my life. And now I'm apart of a murderous gang with no way out, unless I go out in a coffin.
Fuck. I thought to myself. Now I'm stuck, no way out.
If I could go back in time, I'd just suffer through withdrawal.
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Mercy
RomanceBrandon, a newbie to a gang, must go on a mission to kidnapped their rival gang leader's daughter. In his head it all seemed possible, and he thought he had what it took to complete the mission, until he meets the girl he was supposed to kidnap. Why...
