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Carmyn Mizari was six when he dodged the system-walked right out of the police station. They never found him.
Navigating the streets was tough, nothing he wasn't used too. Before the incident, that took his mum's life, Carmyn and his mother had spent his entire life jumping from shelters and sleeping on sidewalks.
Until a nice enough guy let them stay the night.
The streets were a little different without his mother. The nice guys always asked him to do weird things. He didn't know where to get the warm needles his mother always carried. Carmyn would never have survived without Creed Lonshore. The heir to a long line of crime bosses. His personal gaurdian angel.

"TW⚠️ drug abuse, language, S*xual Assault, mental health, su*cide⚠️)