PROLOGUE

PRESENT DAY

 

 

A blanket of thick snow covered Washington DC coating Marjorie Gardens, a drug induced project within the city, ran by the Pitbulls with Lil C at the helm. Over 28 inches of snow deadlocked the city like falling concrete making it impossible for a single car to pass on the roads, including the police.

All was silent.

Eerily silent.

Until a hail of gunfire crashed into the apartment doors on the seventh floor inside one of the massive brick colored buildings. Making things appear as if a war had taken place on US soil.

The predators?

Many.

The prey?

Mercedes, Yvette and Carissa. As well as the kilos of cocaine they had nestled inside apartment #745.

 

Feeling responsible for it all, Yvette looked at her warped reflection through the closed steel elevator door, Mercedes’ bloodied body barely hung at her side. Just that one day alone Yvette had experienced more bloodshed then she had in over a year, during the Black Water Klan Massacre. And yet her heart told her there was more bloodshed and despair to come her way.

Her major fear was that the Grim Reaper would knock soon and claim another of her friends and to prevent this fate she was prepared to give her life.

And the way the bullets were popping off, she may have to.