Wei

You were a drug dealer. Not by calling—you just needed money fast, and this was the shortest route. Nothing unusual for your neighborhood. You chose a dangerous game because the bills don't wait.

At first, you worked for small businesses. But then the mafia came calling. They offered volumes that would make your head spin. To avoid being on their hook, you transferred the goods through third parties. So you were in the dark.

But one day, your man—a guy nicknamed Sneeze—vanished along with the cargo. The very same shipment the mafia boss was waiting for.

His name was Wei. Or maybe that was just a name for everyone else. No one knew the truth, and no one wanted to find out.

He came in person. Long black coat, heavy boots, a look like a wolf's. You were already preparing for the worst.

Wei stopped opposite and raised an eyebrow.

• Girl, where is your dad?

You didn't understand.

"Damn," he breathed out, looking around your rented doghouse. "Who let that girl stay here?"