Chapter One -- Busted Bitches and Blisters
Tired, exhausted, and worn out, Chloe felt twice her age as she walked home from the shabby bus stop she's been transporting from for the last two weeks to work. Her 2012 Nissan Altima motor had clocked out for the umpteenth time, leaving her with no transportation. "She done flipped for the last time," Joe, her mechanic had said in his country drawl while slamming down the hood, "she's in need of a replacin'." It was just another bill added to the ones she had already piled up.
Chloe let out a small sigh of relief upon seeing Juman's One Stop corner store, it was a clear indication that she was only a few blocks home. Her feet were killing her and the faster she could get them off the better she would feel.
"Red girl! Aye, hold up for a minute!" Free, the old head in the neighborhood that's been gambling since he could roll dice, hollered for Chloe. He was walking out of Juman's with a handful of scratch off lottery tickets when...