Gangs, illegal dealings, crimes, violence—if one was surrounded by those things with every breath, every day, one would eventually get used to it. Or perhaps… become numb to it.
That's what Priscilla called it.
Jason got used to it. And eventually, so did she.
After all, they weren't good people. They'd made countless selfish decisions, hurt others for their own benefit, and indulged in everything the underworld had to offer.
But the gig they agreed to take—just because it paid more than reselling illegal substances—seemed like a better deal at the time. They were still deep in debt, but not as badly as before.
Had they known how far this would drag them into hell, they wouldn't have agreed so easily. In fact, they wouldn't have even considered it. But they did—no longer purely out of desperation, but out of the naive hope that this might make their lives easier.
And it did… for a while. But not for long.
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[PRESENT TIME]
