Prologue
Lacey Cohen was of the nothingness that was left behind from her parents’ lives and eventual deaths. She laid on her bed, simply, with her hands atop her aching stomach.
A young girl would not survive in this world alone, not unless she was trained like a dog and beaten down before being forced to rise again. And she was.
There was grief, she felt it everywhere, saw the way it swallowed and consumed her home. Her parents were dead and what was the cause?
Her mother and father, Esther, Ameer, were children of the criminal society that plagued the streets of Detroit. And theylovedit. They supposed it was luck that they were born into such a place where power was everything and death was only as heavy as relationships and money. When they brought their only child into it, they expected their daughter would become the leader that they weren’t.
Now they would never see their dreams come to life.
She was much like her parents, sought after the same things they did, only for herself, stoic about the tragedies surrounding her life if they were not directly tied to her... sometimes she was even the cause.
Lacey, motionless and tearful, wiped her eyes. There was nothing more to cry about. There was nothing more to do except escape. There would be people coming after her too, very soon. It was time to say goodbye to the life she’d led in Detroit.
Where to?She thought.
New York seemed nice. She’d blend in well.
