Rebecca Downhill (Becca) has known nothing in her life but a strict father who is involved in businesses with the Italian mafia in NY, an absent mother who has taught her to be obedient and fulfill her duties towards the family, and a twelve years o...
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Finding out about the business my father had with Downhill was the time I realized I was going to be deep into shit, up to my neck, but I couldn't let dad and mom be dragged in the dirt of his business partner.
I was around long enough to know Downhill to be part of shady businesses and there was always talk about him being a good friend and partner with the Mafia.
For everybody else, he was a partner in the clean businesses of the Italians, but I knew better.
One never has connections with the Italians without doing some money laundry.
And Downhill was doing more than that.
I remember it took me weeks to talk my dad into pulling out of the deals and letting me get in.
He knew very well that dealing with Downhill meant life and death matters and what father would want that kind of risk for his son?
But I wouldn't take any of his attempts to make me change my mind. Oh, and trust me, there were plenty.
I finally convinced him one day, when my mom required hip surgery and dad was the best option to be with her at home and take care of her.
So, I cleared him of the business and sent them both to Europe, somewhere hidden, somewhere my mom could have the best medical care.
I needed them far and safe.
But when I first saw Becca, all breathtaking and glamorous, I knew right there and then that I had to go deeper into the fucking shit of Downhill, scamming a business deal and collecting information in secret files to take him down at a later time by any means, authorities or... my own hands.
I had to completely change my life, living more dangerously than I wished. I had to bring Gio close, which was not that hard being my best friend since college and growing to the level of brothers.
With his help, we were guarded like a fortress by a small army collected by him from God knows where, but it was a fucking excellent job done.
It didn't take much for Downhill to realize that the business I gave him forty percent of was just a con trick and then he started to threaten me, saying I got his daughter for free, and he wouldn't have it. He would rather slit Becca's throat than let me have her without giving something back.
And I believed him. Robert was a man to believe when it came to threats.
So now, with Becca gone, I had no freaking idea who had her, Downhill or the Italians.
Running out of my apartment's door, I see Ken laying on the floor, shot in his fucking head.
It's been wrong to let Gio go tonight but he has been bright and awake for days now and I need him clear-minded to find Robert and hand him to the Italians. So, I had to give him a night off.
Now the entire game is changed. Becca becomes a priority and Robert comes next.
Fuck, the ones taking Becca were damn fast. And if they acted while I was in the shower that meant they had my apartment wired. We had been taped all along.
