You were known as a good girl. Always on time, kind hearted, sweet. Yet, you were dating a gang member within your school. He was dangerous yes, but he loved you, and it showed.

He had your back, he protected you, and he took care of you. You were precious to him. The only person he gave a damn about other than his family, that being his gang.

They wore these black jackets, with their gang patch on the backs.

“Baby, c’mere, I’ll fix your jacket.” He said, reaching out to you.