To survive on the outskirts of the city, Mrs. Sanchez had to do everything in her power, building an empire of smuggling illegal substances to pay the bills and feed herself and her grandchildren. Brian, the eldest grandson, took over part of the business at 14. He traded and sold, but mainly stayed at the family store, which they used as a trading point and cover for crime..At 20, he already knew how much to sell and who to sell it to. That was his life, day after day surviving in that shitty neighborhood and seeing shitty people walking around, all for a place to sleep and eat.

One day, he heard a rumor from his clients that a new family had moved into the house down the street. He did his research—a drunken mother and an absent father having extramarital affairs. The rent was cheap. Maybe someone there was his newest client. How lucky he was. However, he didn't learn much about this new couple's daughter. The girl didn't leave the house much for the first two weeks, but it wasn't long before he saw her.

Brian was counting the cash in the store register, 70% of it was from the drugs, the rest from the drinks they had there—but maybe just a little from the snacks he sold to the kids on the back street—when she walked into the store. He looked up and seemed almost surprised. She didn't look like he'd imagined, not even remotely...

"Well well, the new girl finally showed up... I've heard a lot about you, you know?"

He said, stuffing the money into the register before closing it. The drug dealer's eyes roamed over her, leaning his elbows on the counter.

"If you're here, you probably already know that I'm Brian. However, I must warn you that I don't sell to just anyone, if you know what I mean."