In Love With the Mob

Chapter Two-Bash

It's the same story everyday. Up at seven and straight to the in home gym. A few laps around the pool, shower then breakfast and out the door by eight-thirty. I do my rounds for the usual shake down on the ones that are late on their payments or refuse to pay. Then it's off to the office for meetings, interviews etc etc. My day never seems to end, but this is the norm for me. Someone has to keep business going and there are a lot of people that need managing.

I am the CEO of SC Inc, we dabble in a little bit of everything. Technology is our biggest money maker, I also have a number of off shore businesses in manufacturing building supplies and architecture. Not to mention my nighttime work with shipping and night clubs, built by myself might I add. Needless to say, I do fairly well for myself. it is a strong contrast to how things started for me.

I don't remember my parents. I never had the wholesome family life most kids grew up in. As far back as I can remember, I've always been apart of the foster system. Bouncing from home to home of people who wanted to "give me a better life." Unfortunately the life was built around abuse and drugged out people who only wanted the check that came with me. I spent more time running away then I spent in a home. I learned early on that the world is cruel and people are only out for themselves. They say there is good in everyone, I just have yet to see it.

At the age of twelve I was placed in the care of an elderly couple. It was the first time I felt something close to how a home is supposed to. They were kind and treated me like their own. Carol and John Covington were the best foster parents anyone could ever ask for. Good things never last. I never asked my foster parents for anything except for one thing; the PS2. It had been out for a few months at this point, and I wanted it so bad.

April 20, 2010 was my birthday. Before the sun had a chance to fully rise I was dragging my fosters out of the bed and into the car. It was rainy and foggy that morning but I was too excited to notice. I was too young to realize how dangerous it was on the roads that morning, too stupid to see that my foster dad was having trouble seeing what was in front of him. I was too distracted yapping non stop about all the games I was going to play to see the semi truck coming straight for us. Everything went black.

I woke up the next day in the hospital, with nothing but a mild concussion. Carol and John didn't make it. The hospital staff took their time telling me. It wasn't until I saw the familiar face of the foster care advisor, Miss Stanley, that I realized that they were taking me back. There was no way I was going back peacefully. While the nurses and Miss Stanley were working on getting me released, I made my great escape.

Refusing to escape bare assed out, I snatch another hospital gown and drape it over my shoulders. I make a beeline to the elevator and make my way down to the first floor. Passing by a food cart I snag a pudding cup and a plastic spoon, I need this more than they do anyways. Making sure the coast was clear I make my way out of the hospital and into a cloudy day. I never stopped running after that.

Being small always had it's advantages. It was easy for me to sneak in and out of places quietly. Clothes, shoes, food, anything else I need while on the run. I was pretty good, for a while. Only being caught once. I tried to swipe a box of pizza once from a delivery driver. Taking the box from his car while his back was turned, I ran like hell down the street and making my way into an alley way to devour the cheesy goodness. This had been my first meal of the week so I was starving. As I tore into the box I didn't notice the figure making their way down the alley.

He was tall and stocky, with the meanest scowl on this face. "I don't take people stealing from me lightly."

I gasp and drop the box on the ground. Looking around the alley I start working on my escape route, but the only clear path is past the amazon standing beside me. "There's no way around me kid. Why are you stealing from me?"