Jeanine marched out of the Brooklyn police station with her gucci purse in hand and a branded sunglasses to hide face from the shame that her son constantly caused her. Day in and out. Luc followed behind his mother. Dressed in last nights clothes, hair disheveled and tiny stubble right below his chin. His mom didn't even spare him a glance as she went into her silver latest Range Rover. She didn't want to bring a driver along, that would just bring a lot of unwanted attention.

Luc was practically running behind his mother who immediately opened the drivers door to her car. She seemed angry, as she slammed the...