Starting a new life in the tough inner city is a challenge. My family don't believe in me, but I won't back down.

Then it happens.

It?

No.

Sorry.

He happens.

Ryske.

From nowhere, his body hits mine so hard that we both end up on the sidewalk. But, sh*t, he's bleeding. He was running from something. Someone. Standing up to them is instinct. This man could be dying, and they're worried about sending a message. We get it. We got it. Now it's on me to save his life.

His consciousness is fading, yet he finds the strength to hit on me. One last kiss? No. Because I won't let it happen on my watch.

Ryske was fate. I didn't know it. Couldn't have known it. After him, my life will never be the same.

Warning: Contains explicit language and imagery. Suitable only for ages 18 and over.