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My name is Kyra. My life is a living hell. I am 18 years old, and haven't moved out of my parents place because they force me to stay. If I'm not perfect...there is always a consequence. They brainwashed me into thinking what I do is good. But deep down, I have a bad feeling. I always have to lay low because I'm an assassin.
My name is Darius. I'm 19 years old and my parents died 5 years ago right in front of me and I want revenge. I sell drugs in a gang. This gang is a part of an organization called "Ten". The gang I'm in is the ninth of ten, which is why my gang is called "Nine Tenths". My gang is the second to most powerful in the organization. I'm not the leader the gang but it's my only family.
⚠️: THIS STORY IS FICTION (NOT REAL) AND CONTAINS DRUG USE, PHYSICAL/EMOTIONAL ABUSE, AND MATURE SCENES...(if ya know what I mean🤭)
This is my first story, and I always try to update whenever I can, so enjoy!