PROLOGUE

1 YEAR LATER, MAY 2018

As the click of heels pattered across the tiles of the dreary halls of Goode High School, the wave of students chattering next to their lockers parted like the Red Sea, as the once popular girl in school walked down the hall. She knew the whispers were about her, she wasn't stupid. In fact, she was the smartest student in the school, the future valedictorian.

Her grey, intimidating eyes narrowed even more with each student relentlessly gossiping about her, her life, but more importantly, her boyfriend. A ball of rage collected in her chest as she heard, "Oh my god, I cannot believe that she's showing her face after that disaster. Do you think she has a gun on her?"

She, in fact, did have a gun on her, merely for protection. But they didn't need to know that. After all, her boyfriend had a lot of enemies. You could never be to careful.

With a fire in her eyes, she walked right past them, ignoring the loud whispers that were evidently directed at her. But that's what happens when your boyfriend is the most notorious drug lord in all of New York.