"Ma'am will you please open the door!" The man shouted tiredly.
"If you think I'm about to open the door for a bunch of pigs then you have you got me fucked up!" She shouted and he grunted before trying to knock the door down once more, "Cut that shit out!"
"Dean." Sasha groaned, "This isn't working."
"You don't think I see that?" Dean groaned loudly then turned back towards the door, "What's it gonna take to get you outta there lady? There's gotta be something."
The woman was silent for a moment before speaking, "Help me get my son."
City living is unforgiving.
Naomi Fatu is a single mother trying to make ends meet for the sake of her 17 year old son who would rather live on the streets than in the apartment his mother is struggling to pay for.
Dean Ambrose is what his city would like to call a traitor. Though having shouted 'fuck the police' in the days of his youth, he is now a detective alongside his partner, Sasha Banks. Both have been tiredly working the same case for the past three years with no signs of improvement.
Sasha Banks is THAT bitch. Bad and she know it and ain't afraid to show it... in the public eye that is. Behind closed doors is an entire different story that she'd rather keep private. Preventing crime by day and trying to live comfortably at night was an impossible job... literally.
When Naomi has trouble trying to pay the unpayable debt her 'deceased' husband had brought upon them, and Dean tries to convince Sasha that thinks he's getting closer to the answer they had been desperately searching for, how will the assistants of each other play a role in freeing all of their minds?