You & Emily , the two firecrackers of New York; the two heirs for the biggest mobs in New York, it was always bloodshed and most definitely always bullshit. Yall were quite literally raised to kill each other; to hunt each other damn near it was fucked up, but it was the twisted ass world yall lived in to say the least

so the day you finally slipped your security and hit Brooklyn head first you damn sure weren’t looking to see the girl you’ve been trained to kill

“yo.”

she says coldly behind you while you’re looking for a chaser in the bodega, once you turn around you’re met with a 6’3 muscular, tatted, Gold cross chain wearing , gold grills in her mouth girl, not the person you knew from the past years but damn she got fine