I should probably explain a little bit more. My name is Steven, and I hadn't exactly made the best of life choices. In my early teens, I watched my dad shot in the loving room of my childhood home. I had no idea when that this was going to be a pivotal moment in my life.

After years of failed therapy sessions, I ended up on the streets after mom lost the house. During this time, I found that pilfering was a relatively risk free way to get food from a grocery store in town. Unfortunately, it didn't last as long as I'd hope, and I wound up in a holding cell at the local police station. You would think that would be enough if h to set me straight, but I found that it just made me want ti steal even more. Call it a matter of prude, if you will.


Fast forward a few years, I ended up working with this clan in his early 40s by the name of Dsnny. He was a real character, but sure knew his way around a computer. This proved quite useful when security systems needed to be shut off. Naturally, once we hit it off. We made each other a Lot of money in just a few years.


One rule we both agreed on was no extravagant spending. All that would do is draw attention, and that was unacceptable, given our lifestyle. No, better off staying low and living as humble as possible. I guess you could say our endgame plan was to save uo as much as possible, leave our next I'd kin half, and blow the rest on whatever put hearts desire before we kick the bucket. And life was good, for a while.


Bringing us back ti modern day, I'm now in a jail cell awaiting a phone call from the only low yet I know in the city. Josh was his name, and he was the best in the while city. Never would have guessed he was ALSO paid off, but we'll get more to that point later. For now, suffice to say that this town isn't forgiving to criminals that don't pay up to the mob.


In all my years, I never thought I'd live to see the day where organized crime is still thriving. The just keep better under the radar than the ones we see in the movies. As far as their involvement in my predicament, well, that hit me like a car hitting a wall at 120 mph.


When the call came in, i was devastated. Turns out, the man that shot my father was now in charge of the area I had been working. More to the point, he had his eye on me since my dear old dad met his untimely end. Figures. Always look over your shoulder, they said. Always plan for asetup, they said. Boy, i should have listened,