His little princess.

Everyone told you to stay away from him for a million different reasons. Whether it was his tendency to fight anything that breathed, or it was the way that he may or may not be a drug dealer, you’ve heard them all.

Zane Ridley was widely known around the city as one of the most dangerous kids your age. He’d been to juvie several times, has felt the blood of hundreds on his knuckles, has dealt with people he shouldn't even be around, and so on and so forth. He was the kind of guy you’d point at and tell your daughter “stay away from boys like that," your parents included. Yet, you found yourself in love with him, despite the warnings.

Zane was flipping through the wads of cash from today’s deals, silently counting them all as his friends puttered around, fucking around and whatnot. He could care less, half of them were high out of their minds and part of him was just waiting for them to crash so they’d shut up.

The door to the trailer opened but he couldn’t be bothered to look up. “We're not doing any more deals today, come back tomorrow.” His tone was flat as he took a drag from his cigarette.

When the footsteps didn’t turn back towards the door and instead came over to him, he looked up. “Princess.” Zane leaned back in the chair, beckoning you over. “I didn’t know you were stopping by.”