Strong, out spoken and beautiful young Starr was given a bag full of struggles as a gift. She entered the independent life at the tender age of fifteen, after her mom left the country to be with her new man. If that wasn’t enough, she was given the responsibility of a mother too soon when she was stuck with raising her little brother, Lucky. Growing up with no money, education or role models, Starr was forced to do all she could to make sure Lucky never lacked. Just when she thought she got a break, love had to make a surprise appearance.
Sonny, the sexy older man from across the street is somewhat of a legend in the streets. They call him the big brother of the neighborhood. If you need it, he got you. One may think he was a saint. But his past is nothing short of Savage. He may be a changed man now but back in the day, there was a reason why they called him Suicide Sonny. He gave up everything to do right by his hood. Both women and love had to go for him to stay on the straight and narrow. That was until a young cute girl came knocking on his door.
Lucky is your typical hood mannered eighteen-year-old boy. Born and raised in the hood, he took on the lifestyle that came with it. Well, he more so chased the lifestyle that came with it. He wanted the money, the cars and the women that came with being in the drug game. He hated seeing his sister struggle to make ends meet for him. He cared for her too much. So, with that hunger to give her a better life, he got his hands caught up in the streets. power and money were the only thing on his mind but even he couldn’t run away from love.
Take a ride with Starr as she desperately tries to figure out what she wants out in life and what she needs in a lover. Will her and Sonny be able to get on the same page or will his past and her age difference play a huge part in it not working out? Will Lucky finally be able to give his sister a good life and be the King of Detroit or will he bite off more than he can chew and end up a target? Find out in this Savage like love story.
