I'm An Addict

Gold Chain

Brooklyn, New York, was run by the world's heaviest Gangsters and mob runners in the 1930's. Nearly everyone on the streets were associated with the American Gangs, the police were dirty and the Clubs were overrun by the cigarette smoking men who were driven down the street with tinted windows, more feared than Al Capone.

The police turned their noses to the violence and gun running, and the ones loyal to their cause would be found beaten in the streets with bruises littering their body and bullet holes in their feet so they couldn't walk themselves homes to their wives.

Most of the people in the city bowed their heads and tried to stay under the radar of the Gangs. It was more likely for them to be killed on the street than in the comfort of their home, and with the tension rising as war approached, nearly everyone kept their hands in the pockets and their heads down.

If you hadn't ever heard of the Barnes family, then it was probably because you were dead, or because you were in a coma. They were the highest and richest family in all of Brooklyn, owning almost all of the Clubs and bars, steadily taking over the Strip Club business and the dining as well.

James Buchanan Barnes was the luckiest man alive.

Being that he was still alive, and he was on the F.B.I's most wanted list, Mr. Barnes continued to escape death far more than anybody could understand. Your family had owed a debt to the Barnes family that they could never repay, and because of this you lived in a shit apartment with your parents, newspaper made your carpet and dented pots cooked your dinner at night.

In short, the Barnes family had made your life a living hell, but it was because of your Father's gambling that Mr. Barnes was forced to take his monthly check, and keep him off the suburban side of Brooklyn, where the apartments were carpeted and furnished fully.

Sighing, you stepped over the newspaper that covered the cement flooring, and made your way towards your Father's office. The typewriter was clapping as you gently knocked on the door, pushed it open and smiling lightly at the aging man who glanced up.

"Honey? What's up?"

"Sorry, I just thought that you were supposed to be driving Sir around today." You mumbled.

Mr. Barnes was never to be referred to by his name aloud, otherwise you would be on the ground bleeding in seconds. It was a matter of respect, Sir was a title he took on when he first came into the Gangster business, totting a pistol and a bag of illegal bills.

"He said he would be picking me up. I don't need to follow orders from a kid anyhow." Your Father grunted, placing his hat on his head as you bit your lip, following him towards the living room. The sounds of honking had you glancing towards the front door, and looking to your father, he motioned you to answer.

A pounding sounded on the thin door as you pushed your hair behind your ears, gently pulling the door open to reveal the familiar blond man you had grown accustomed to, always being greeted by his smiling face,

"Mr. Rogers, hello. My Father is getting himself prepared. Please let the Sir know he'll be out in just a jiffy." You said, looking over your shoulder to your Dad who was buttoning up his suit jacket. Steve Rogers, well known friend of the Barnes family who was the nicest Criminal of them all, smiled at you and nodded, his small frame shifting.

"It's quite alright. Mr. Barnes has decided to come visit the family himself." He said, stepping aside as the well known Gangster came into view, hair slicked back and tongue against his cheek as his blue eyes scanned your face.

Mr. Barnes was dressed in a navy blue suit, and had his hands in his pockets while he furrowed his eyebrows, glancing over both shoulders before looking at the small blond.