Prison took him from me. Now he's begging me to make him mine.
Five years ago my world ended.
I thought my best friend was invincible. He was the popular one. The king of our school. The one everyone adored. The one everyone wanted to be. The one who was going to make it out of our struggling neighborhood.
Then, one terrible night and everything changes. Too much to drink, a stormy night, and a tyre that should have been changed. Three things that collided and caused a young girl to lose her life.
My best friend went to prison. His parents disowned him. And nothing was ever the same.
He never replied to my letters. He never let me visit him.
I don’t care, he is still my bro. My homie. My ride or die.
I’ve made a name for myself while he’s been inside. I’m a feared and respected man. A member of the mafia. But it’s all meaningless without my best friend.
I’m waiting at the gates the day he is released. I thought he’d be hench. Tattooed. The alpha of the jail.
But I couldn’t be more wrong. He is too thin. His hair is too long. He can’t look anyone in the eye. He talks in the faintest of whispers and jumps at his own shadow.
And at night he clings to me because I smell of safety and home.
Now he is begging me to do the unthinkable.
He says making him mine is the only thing that can stop his nightmares.
But will it be the beginning of mine?
