After DEON’S mother dies in an accident, he looks for help in the one place she taught him to avoid: gangs. Family bills are paid with dirty money. But it leads to an even higher debt. Deon’s payment: participate in a bank robbery. With a gun in his hand, Deon must decide if it’s too late to do the right thing and Be More, even if it may cost his life.
The screams. They hurt my ears.
I stand at the center of it all with people scattered on all sides, stampeding around me. I try to stay calm, taking a deep breath, in and out, but it’s trapped against my lips, smothered in the black cloth that covers my face. Underneath the veil, the pocket of air grows warmer with each breath. But my trembling fingers are like ice.
I don’t know what to do. So I keep still, since every small movement I make is met with louder screams. And more colliding bodies.
Everywhere I turn, there’s that look of horror – wide eyes and twisted grimaces – and then the cries.
They’re all scared of me. Actually, they’re scared of the gun in my hands. But they don’t know that the cold metal bites against my grip. Any second now, this gun could slip from my sweaty palms and smack onto the ground.
“Shut up! Get down!” A firm voice cuts through the chaos. He goes by the name Bull. And he walks like one, stomping toward me. The mass of people scrambles when he comes near, like roaches from the light.
Bull wears a black mask similar to mine. But his mask is painted with a red devil’s grin, showing sharp and sinister teeth. I’m sure it matches whatever wicked smile that Bull hides beneath it.