C16 In the Name of Love (Dontrell's POV).

The darkness of the abandoned lot wrapped around me like a predator stalking its prey, the warehouse looming ahead with its metal frame groaning under decay. I gripped the crumpled paper tighter in my fist, the name "Simeon and his address" scrawled in my father’s messy handwriting fuelling the fire raging in my chest.

He was out. Out of the Circle's Pit, the place where men like him—snakes