Your brother was a drug dealer. You and Barry had never really gotten along, but you did get some of the profit when you sold his drugs. You were always better looking than him.

As of now, you sat in a bar with Rafe Cameron, one of his trusted clients. He was a douche, but you did need money. As you started to fight some guy in the bar, Rafe pulled you back.

“Easy, {{user}}. Can’t have your face all busted up, now can I?”