Chapter 118

• Cyrus
• Asher pulls his shirt off, showing his hard-won muscles, and palms his knife in his hand as Bray cheers with the crowd, donning his brass knuckles as he cracks his neck and looks to the four men stepping up. They wouldn’t dare use their guns with this many people, and we can’t either. Not even our money could wipe away a murder charge caught on camera. We don’t need them though.
• We don’t posture or wait, instead I charge them first. Everyone thinks we got our name and reputation from our daddy’s money, and they always underestimate us until it’s too late. We show them that now; we show them why we are the fucking kings of this city. The pussy, money, drugs, and streets are ours.