The Devil's Moon (Finished)

Intro

I left Hell's Kitchen and everyone when I was eighteen and never looked back. I never thought much about that shit hole I called home. I moved as far away from them as I could. All the way to California. I went to L.A. with the hopes of being a big star. Let's just say it did not work out too well. By the time I was twenty-five, I was completely broke and my big break had never come.

I had no choice but to move home, but I refused to move back to Hell's Kitchen. So I went to live with my cousin Jer-Jer in Manhattan. She was older than me and working for Wendell Rand at Ran Enterprises. So she was well enough off to have a two bedroom apartment that she was willing to share.

I was living in Manhattan for a few months when my past finally caught up with me one rainy night. An old friend walked into the club I worked in and sucked me back into his crazy ass life.