ICARUS ‘ICE’ HAWKINS
EIGHT YEARS AGO, I WAS THE SAME fucking schmuck working for Lucas Hawkins. A scrawny kid with a maid for a mother, no father, no money, no fucking worth to anybody.
And hell, I would have been the same loser all my life after mumsy died of typhoid or some shit of the sort had it not been for HIM.
KADE FUCKING HAWKINS. MY GODDAMN SAVIOR. My partner in crime. My brother.
The same boss’ son who thought we were equals. The same kid who had everything I never had and hated it.
Money. A powerful father. Power. He had it all and the fucking kid hated every inch of it.
I envied him. All my eighteen years of being his best friend and I envied everything he had. But apart from envy? I looked up to him. He might have been a sour pussy, hell a pain in the ass but the kid had his heart in the right place, had that urge to do what needed to be done to get ahead in life and I respected that because I wanted it too.
