Growing up was never as easy for Joshua and Tiffany as for their lifestyle. From the age of ten years old, Joshua remembers gang violence. Joshua remembered he had always been the one to protect his sister. The area he grew up in was a ghetto. Merchants and drug addicts stood on corners looking for a way to maintain their habits. Joshua would never have thought he would ever use drugs. He saw how drugs made people lose pride and neglect their Hygiene. The house he grew up in was huge, but he thought his dad had an ordinary job as he always saw his dad leaving in a suit.He was always well dressed, and the cars his dad drove were always in a Garage, barely on the road as he the SUV picking his dad up every day.He never imagined his dad being the kingpin of all the drug lords.He could never understand why people carried this tremendous amount of respect for him when he passed them. He thought it was the way of life.Tiffany had her friends at school; they

He woke up by the alarm giving him an unpleasant feeling.Rowan is crying, “what's wrong with him? Mom,” says Joshua.“He is having difficulty breathing. I need to get him to a hospital.”Going into the room, he notices Tiffany in tears, saying, “he is going to be ok. Where is Dad?”“I don't know, hun, but we need to get him to the hospital now.” Joshua rushes into the car and kisses Rowan on the forward, “it will be fine, little one. That game I told you about I will play with you, formula one. We can play it when you get back.”“Mom, I will get there,” Joshua prepares to get ready and phones his Dad. “Finally, an answer. Where are you?”“Son, what is wrong? I missed a few calls from your Mom. I had some business I had to finish.”“Dad, you need to stop whatever you are doing. It's about Rowan. He has another asthma attack this time;

Lucifer is over at the graveyard with ten of his guys.“Guys, let's spread out!” He then heads over to the truck and bends under it, “let us get this truck moved away from here.” Under the truck on the ground is an iron door with a handle. Pulling it up is a staircase going down. Looking down the staircase is dark; Lucifer and his guys climb down to inspect the place, and there inside the place are jail cells; it's dark. Lucifer orders his guys to find the main entrance. Walking through is a sewerage flow. It is stinking, and there are about twelve guys chained up in separate cells, rats running all over the place as they see filth scattered in front of the cells. The prisoners are thin as if they have been captured and never eaten for weeks.Their clothes are torn, and their feet are dirty. Lucifer and the guards cover their noses as they walk through.Hearing a sound, Lucifer stops his guys. As they prepare their weapons, he hears a voi

“Boss?” “Yes, Larry, we are having a problem. Russia is now invading our country and selling our product.”“Who informed you of this?” “One of Mr. Smith's guys, those we recruited after we had Mr. Smith executed.”“I don't want to hear that bloody name.” “Sorry, Sir.”“We're you able to get the product and test it?”“Yes, we had it tested in that liquid, and it turned red, so it's first grade.”Lucifer now stands up with his coat on three-quarters and his shiny pointed black shoes and gold rings on each finger. “So you are telling me, people, my fucking people, are selling my stuff back to us? I knew these bloody Russians couldn't be trusted from day one! Larry, that trip to Russia you will have to take now. There is a guy named Mr. X. He is running

The rain is pouring, and it's thundering. Joshua is lying awake, unable to sleep, staring at the clock; it's 12h03am. Walking to the fridge, he gets a text. This time of the morning, he thinks to himself, checking her text; it's a picture of her and Tiffany camping out. It seems like they are having a great timeHe replies thank you for spoiling my sister.Putting down his phone, he climbs under his bed and takes out a colt 9mm, and decides to clean his gun to take his mind off things. This is therapeutic. When he is done, he gets dressed, takes his bike, and heads over to the club for a few beers. While he is there, three guys, ample built, are picking on this guy who is dancing with his girlfriend. The guy becomes annoyed at them to tell them to pick on their own size. Joshua minding his own business drinking his beer, not in the mood for this, continues drinking his beer. Suddenly they bash the guy's face into a bar table; as the guy falls to the floor, they laugh a