Destiny Deville < AUTHENTIC >

Destiny DeVille was born on a Tuesday, which her grandmother always said meant she’d be “full of trouble or full of grace.” As it turned out, Destiny was full of both.

By sixteen, she was already running small cons: fake ID bracelets for underage kids who wanted into clubs, redirected package deliveries from the wealthy cul-de-sacs. She had a face that looked like an angel and a smile that promised nothing you could sue for. The cops knew her name, but they couldn’t pin her to anything. Destiny was smoke—there one second, gone the next. destiny deville

People still needed help.