Lev (Shot Callers, #1)

by Belle Aurora

It was funny how people who had nothing would offer everything to those in need,

I was officially at an all-time low. But not for long. I was desperate, and desperation was a damn good motivator.

My brow furrowed as I watched her. What was she doing in a place like this? It was clear she didn’t belong here. By the look of her, she didn’t belong quite anywhere.

My brother was a hard man, but he was also patient. And growing up with me was not easy, I was sure.

I really didn’t want to steal this guy’s wallet. I just wanted to live another day. It wasn’t personal. It was life.

She was so quiet. A few minutes passed, and I turned back to see how she was doing, working on her food, and my chest seized. Her shoulders jerked daintily as she cried in complete silence, eating all the while.

I was coming to recognize that Lev Leokov was an open book. I only needed to discover the language in which his pages were written.

I was nothing to Lev Leokov. And yet, he remained my everything.

What do you get when you cross a caterpillar with a parrot? Nas: Who is this? Me: A Walkie Talkie!!!!! Nas: Who is this? Me: Hey, that was funny. You could at least courtesy laugh. Nas: Who the fuck is this?