Prologue

I watched my brothers body fall to the ground as Geene continued to shoot at him while I lay next to my grandma's busted burgundy Cadillac with a hand over my mouth.

When Tonys body stilled and didn't make any movement after the tenth shot, Geene dropped the empty pistol to the ground. It was a Colt 1991 pistol with the letters T.M. engraved to it. T.M. were the initials of the man laying dead on the ground, the one who had just took ten bullets to his chest.

For me.

Twenty-four hours ago, when Geene had handed him that exact gun, neither one of us would have expected the bullets to be emptied into him. My own brother.

Twenty-four hours ago..

(written by KAE_MARJ and IDKMYUSERNAME)