Revenge

The beginning

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Chapter 1.

It all started the night, the night when the first burglary happened. I was laying in bed and could not calm down, it was as if my whole body was prepared for something, but what? I could hear my father snoring from the next room and it used to have a calming effect on me but for some reason, it didn't help me that night.

I put my hand underneath my shirt and pulled the chain up, the chain that got me out of all that mess. The chain was a key and no it was not any key, it was a Smith & Wellson key, the kind you use here in the United States to open handcuffs Smith & Wellson was in fact the largest company in the manufacture of weapons used by the United States police. I inherited it from him. I heard someone rattle at our main entrance, someone tried to break in. After a few attempts, I heard the door saying a click and open up. I could see a shadow in front of my door getting bigger and bigger. I quickly shut my eyes, hoping that the thief would think that I was sleeping. As the sound of his steps turned lower, I opened one eye. Suddenly I heard a shot, followed by two more shots. I panicked and put my head under the covers. I could hear my father yell and scream, but nothing from my mother. The thief disappeared as quickly as he had come out the window. I didn't dare to move, and my body was heavy as cement. My father came in and I could not see anything but his silhouette yet I knew what had happened. ..

I shook my head to get the nightmare out of my head. The experience was still so clear in my mind. I got out of bed and went into the kitchen to help myself to some breakfast. Before I got a bowl out of the cupboard my phone rang. "Yes?" I replied. "You have two days, i'll call you in an hour" A man said. "What.." he cut me of. I put down the phone on the kitchen table and went over to the easel. I sighed heavily and began to paint. I had been asked to make a forgery of Edvard Munch's painting "The Scream" for a long thought out con later today. My partner and i had been apart of many different cons but this one would be our greatest. You see "The Scream" had entered the Guggenheim Museum as part of their new, temporary exhibition, and me and Brice saw an opportunity to clear out our names and get my father back (i'll get back to that later). I go by many names, but the name I'm gonna tell you is my birth name. My name is Alexandra, Alexandra Capone. Al Capone, maybe you heard of him? He was better known as Al Scarface Capone, he was notorious for smuggling alcohol and other criminal activities in the 20s and 30s in Rome. And I'm his granddaughter.

I put the brush down and looked at the finished work. I could not quite figure out what was missing, to forge such a famous painting would be difficult, and it bothered me that I could just figure out what was missing. I walked away from easel and took the phone from the kitchen table. I was going to call Brice but before i got the chance he was already calling. "Alex!" He sounded worried. "Yes, what is it?". "Guggenheim, away in the night, we are prime suspects" I had no idea what he was talking about. "Brice breathe I don't understand a word of what you're saying." Brice gulped. "Someone has stolen the painting the night before we had the chance, and the FBI has us as prime suspects." I dropped the phone on the floor "Alex? FBI is not our biggest problem. Weiss has heard all about it and he is coming"

Chapter 2.

I grabbed a bag and started dumping all of my most important stuff in it. I'm not taking any chances with Weiss. Let me explain. My grandfather Al Capone was a American gangster, who had a lot of enemy's. His worst enemy was Henry Earl Wojciechowski, better known as Hymie Weiss. They had there problems, and they passed them on throughout the family, especially because my father Sonny Capone killed Billy Weiss, Hymie Weiss unknown child. So now i have James Weiss, Billy's only son trying to kill my ass if i don't do as he says, we would never have knewn who i was if it wasn't for that stupid key. I know that you are thinking "Why don't you just shoot the guy and get it over with" i'll tell you why, i can't.. he has my father.