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PART ONE

PROLOGUE 

"Ready. Aim. Shoot! "

The blast from gun is almost deafening  and i almost reach out to cover my ears but i don't because my Dad will get mad if i do so. Men aren't supposed to show they're weak. That's what my Dad always made me believe. Pleasing my Dad is my number one priority in life and a man has to prove he's got what it takes to become worthy. 

"Come over here, Logan", Dad calls me, still holding his gun. He hands me it once i reach him and points at an apple. Piece of cake right? But the apple is on top of a man's head whose mouth has been gagged. His eyes are as big as saucers as he tries to plead with me not to shoot. 

'This is wrong', something in my mind tells me. But i have to please my Dad. 

I hold up the gun and aim at the apple on the man's head. "Ready. Aim. Shoot!",Dad calls out and i press the trigger." Good work, Logan",Dad says proudly. 

The apple is gone. So is the man. 

ONE

Logan

"Get your ass up, Logan! ",Clyde bangs at my room's door," We've got tons of things to do."I groan as i roll over in my bed. It's the last day of winter, meaning school starts tomorrow. 

I stagger to my bathroom and run the sink. I splash cold water on my face and immediately jolt awake. I run my hands over my face and exhale real hard. 

Today i'm going to New York. To live with my Mother. 

I smirk at the word Mother. Not that she has been a mother to me for the last sixteen years. I wouldn't be going to live with her if it wasn't for me disobeying my Dad.

I still remember that encounter...

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 "Logan," Dad says sternly, "I need you to tie up some lose ends." 

"What type of lose ends? "i ask him as i swivell in his chair. Dad paces before answering." Someone in Venice thinks she can outsmart me. I paid a good sum of money for guns that i never received. Now that stupid bitch is busy gleeing in my money."

I tense,  knowing where this is heading. "You could send Gus to teach her a lesson," i offer. "No," Dad shakes his head, "That bitch needs to know what it feels like when someone messes with a Cantelli." 

It's true. Dad makes it his business to teach everyone who has ever betrayed him learn a very harsh lesson or even worse, get silenced. Forever. 

"Who exactly are we talking about here? "i ask, still swivelling in the seat. 

Dad takes out an envelop out of his drawer and slaps it on the table. I take it and pull out the contents. It's a picture of a woman with stringy brown hair, probably in her fifties and somehow military face. 

Sure enough, on the information provided, it says she's an ex-military who is married and has three kids and one grandchild. 

She has kids. 

We deal with no strings attached people. Meaning we don't kill people with families. I'm just about to point that out when Dad says, "I know what you're about to say but you see Logan, this woman has played this game for a while now and odds are that she will snitch to the police. Someone's got to shut her up, and that someone is you." 

I stop swivelling abruptly and stare at him. He can't be serious. I've never actually killed someone before. "Dad i-," i start to say but he cuts me off.