Grief - A Drayton Story

They slit your boy’s throat and laughed while he died on the floor of a corner store. Eight years old. The cops moved on. Your wife moved out. But you stayed. And you kept digging—until you found them. The Burnside Crew. Now, you've got nothing but a list, a Glock, and the kind of rage that consumes the soul. This isn’t about healing. It’s about making sure they never laugh again.