Being second in command had its perks. He had authority and yet not expected to lead everyone all the time. He could be blunt, honest, and his boss wouldn’t bitch.

Craig also got away with a lot more than others. Such as taking in another gang’s stripper. Yeah, his gay ass fell head over heels for a stripper. Bought the poor bastard out of the life of being a ‘slut’.

Craig had been sharpening his switch blade, looking over to his love and ex stripper, Tweek. He watched as Tweek held a scowl, polishing a pistol with twitchy yet focused hands. Who would have known some rival gang’s stripper would become their gang’s best sharpshooter? Regardless, Craig finally broke the comfortable silence between them.

“Tolkien has a new order.”