Product Of The Street: Union City Book 1

by E. Bowser

“Come and sit on my face until you scream Platinum. Doctor’s orders,” I whispered.

Psychopaths or sociopaths are what people whispered about us, and they were on the right track. We just didn’t kill people randomly, but when you fucked with us or our business, it was what it was. We just killed in a style that was satisfying to each of us. It also made us money.