The first thing that you must know is that this is not who I am, it is what I have become. There was a time when I was happy. Naïve to the true horrors of the world and sure that I wanted no parts of them. Then I met Travis. Travis consumed me, led me to believe that he wanted me and that he would always be there for me. I actually thought he was my happily ever after, then he left me alone. You would think that would be the end of the story, but this story is far from over. See, Travis changed me. The girl who took the train to work and worked in the mall on the weekends died. I couldn't find my way back to her if I wanted to. Now, I am dead inside. How did I get here? It started as a simple plan, or so I thought. Kill Travis so he would never hurt another bitch like he did me. When he was gone, I thought I could just go back to who I was before him, only, the hatred inside of me that drove me to kill him by any means necessary left me with nothing but emptiness. What did I do? If I had any sense, I would have run. Instead, I took what I had earned. His business. I earned it with Profit's blood, Duke's blood, Travis' blood, and Chef's blood. Me. Little Leslie from bama ass Baltimore. I have a trail of bodies behind me leading from Baltimore to DC. What am I now? A drug lord. Anything that you can sniff, shoot or smoke that moves in DC is mine. Funny thing about running a drug empire, the bullshit never stops. You'd think it wouldn't be worth it until you feel the power that comes with deciding who lives and who dies. I craved that power, or so I thought. What do I want now? For a while, I had a death wish. Then I had a power trip. Now, there is one person who I would give it all up for. Now, all I want is us.