Prologue

Every bottle of vodka led to a storm, but no cloud had a silver lining. Every day was the worst of times, and the best had no meaning.

What do you do, when your life depends upon keeping a feud between rival gangs, fuelled by lust, addiction and pure hatred, going?

Would you choose to live in a world where brother turns on brother, and women are nothing more than playthings? Or would you give yourself up, leaving the survivors to their happy ever after?

Some people call what Rae Hill does despicable. Others call it pitiable.

She calls it survival.