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Kingsley People spend their entire lives avoiding crime—or try to. Not me. I knew that I’d do it one day. That at some point, the crazy genes, as my father and his bitch of wife called them, would catch up to me and I’d snap. That’s why I chose law. It definitely wasn’t out of a warped sense of justice. I just had to learn law to get around it and apply self-restraint so that I didn’t end up murdering someone accidentally. Or intentionally. It’s been easier with Gwen around, because I have someone to focus on, someone not to get caught for. I had to raise her, to be the parent my own parents weren’t. I had to be the person who protected her from the world. But I couldn’t protect her from my motherfucking friend. Ex-friend because I’m going to blow his brains out in about five minutes. I always knew I’d kill. I just didn’t know it’d be the man I considered a fucking brother. Nate and I didn’t start our friendship the conventional way. We were rivals for way too long, then we saw similar