A/n: So this is starting off a little bold, and this isn't going to be your everyday "Oh I fell in love with my brother's best friend" cliche. Sure it will have cliche moments (Oh come on I'm a hopeless romantic, lol) but trust me this is just a tad more then the average day romance story. This is indeed short but it's just a prologue, you haven't even met half of the characters yet. It's rated T because there will obviously, be drugs in it with various other problems, so just beware .

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:D Amanda

Prologue

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

-Zach-

My hands rubbed together nervously as Jamichael and myself glanced at the man before us. Carlos Sanchez observed us with cool, brown eyes before turning to the men behind him. My heart pounded in my chest but I wouldn't let anything show as my hand twitched over the gun strapped to my belt.

"So you two think you can actually make me some money? What's in it for you?" He raised a brow, staring intently into my eyes.

I gave a grin. "Come on Carlos, anyone who wants to do this job without going through a bunch of crackheads and bumbling idiots knows that you are the only person to come to," I said smoothly, noticing the guys that were with him seemed unsure of us. We had been working towards this, to work with Carlos. He was the modern day Scarface of our area and our key to success was through him.

He gestured to the fine lines of coke and the perfectly rolled up hundred dollar bill on the table. "Want to try it?"

Jamichael glanced at Carlos before he took the bill and took the blow straight through his nose. I turned my eyes away and glanced down at my hands again.

"Zach?"

"No thank you, sir, I don't dabble in what I sell."

Carlos grinned, "Smart move, actually."

He pondered for a moment before he rose, gesturing for me and Jamichael to follow. We followed him and something inside me knew this was wrong. But this was what I wanted-this was what Jamichael wanted. Hell, we couldn't puss out now just because I was having one of my bad feelings. I thought of the money and the respect and my head raised a little higher and I pushed my feelings to the side as we walked through the abandoned warehouse. We stopped before a short puerto-rican guy that looked to be in his thirties, much older then all of us, he was cowering against the wall and I looked at him, apathetic. Carlos gave me a look and my eyes met his. Everytime I looked at him I felt unnerved, his eyes looked completely dead and the only thing he cared about was himself and profit, and we knew it. We were playing with fire but it was a risk my best friend and myself were willing to take.

"You," he said pointing to me, "shoot that man."

I blinked and hesitated.

WHAT?!

My heart rate sped up as I looked at the man, he was crying now and I didn't know if I could do it as I drew my gun. I had shot people, but never enough to hurt someone severely-I've never shot to kill, ever. I shot people to stay alive and that was it. Jamichael's eyes widened as he looked at me, "Zach-"

"What did he do?" I whispered, cutting off my friend.

Carlos grinned. "He seems to have lost fivehundred dollars worth of my best weed is what and he didn't pay up. He knows the consequences, and if you shoot him you're both in."

My heart slammed to a stop in my chest and I was momentarily stunned. I felt Carlos's intent gaze upon me but I couldn't seem to make a decision. Was it worth it? It had always been my dream to make it to the top, I was through with slinging low priced pot and providing for low life crack-friends and pill-poppers. This was going to break me or make me. My mind flitted to the life I could have, Carlos's life, the yachts, the movie stars, the unending drugs, the power, and the ultimate respect. I didn't think twice as I looked the man in the eye and shot a bullet between his eyes.