Prologue 1: Little Shop Among the Horrors

I should've known he was trouble from the moment he walked into my shop.

The way his tattoos covered every single visible part of his skin.
The way he spoke in such a chill demeanor, as if he didn't have a care in the world.
The way that smirk of his stayed plastered on his face, as if it was a tattoo of its own.

And yet, he tripped me up and I fell for him, with him in turn falling for me as well. Little did I know, the words "Gang Life" stitched on to his hat meant more to him than I thought, and soon they would to me too.

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