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couldn't find the proof to bring anyone down. That was the shitty
part about the law, they could only do so much. If they didn't have the proof
they needed then the murderer walked. How was that possible? The legal system
just didn't make sense at times. It was meant to protect you and yet people died
every day and killers walked free.
Staring into that bowl I knew that it was up to me. I
had to find out what happened to my parents and who was responsible for their
horrible death. I made a rash decision to move to California as soon as
possible. I would leave Illinois behind and see if I could figure out who
killed my parents. I knew deep down that it was a terrible idea but I had to do
it anyways. I knew I would never be able to live without knowing what happened
to them. It would be easy to find another accounting job in California. I could
start over there. I would not tell anyone why I was going. It was up to me to
figure things out. I would start a new life in California and part of that life
would be to bring the murderer to justice. That monster would not get away with
taking my parents from me.
I just hoped that it wouldn't cost me my life to do
so.
Chapter
Two
Present
Day
Damon
Funerals made me crazy. It was crazy to think that you
had to dress up a corpse and say your goodbyes. Where had this tradition even
come from? It made not a lick of sense to me. Why dress up a body and put it out
for show? It was all a little creepy if you asked me. I had been to quite a few
funerals in my day and they were all the same. A dead body, people standing
around crying or just looking uncomfortable. I hated being in a room full of
mourners. Being the son of a MOB boss put you in a position where death was
just a way of life. It was something you got used to whether you wanted to or
not. But if I never had to go to another funeral in my life I would be a very
happy man. I glanced over at the coffin and sighed deeply as I saw the man
inside. He would be outraged to know he looked terrible lying there. He no
longer looked strong and powerful. He looked mortal and weak, which was the
last thing he would ever want.
My father was 63 years old when he died of a heart
attack. He led a very stressful life so it wasn't really surprising when he
dropped dead. He was too young to go but the life he led was not a normal one.
It was my father that was the guest of honor at this funeral. We had never been
really close. I think it's hard to be when your father is a powerful man and I
longed to be the same. We never talked much these days because my dad had made
me take control of the MOB’s money. Exciting wasn't it? Hardly. I was
interested in a little more power; I was no one’s damn accountant. I didn't
want to be in charge of money. It was a nothing position. But my dad always
believed that I wasn't capable of getting my hands dirty. He didn't trust me
with any of the important jobs; I was just the money man and it pissed me off.
Now he was dead.
I looked down at my mother who was currently crying on
my shoulder. Despite the kind of man he was, my mother had adored my father.
She had loved him from the moment they met and she had been destroyed by his
death. I, however, couldn't shed a tear. Mainly because I just didn't give a
fuck. My father had not been a good man, not even a decent one, and he never
believed in me, not for a moment. His death would not be mourned by me.
I just wanted to have the day over so that I could get
on with my life. I wasn't sure who was to run the family business now but I was
not planning on taking any orders.
My dad’s right hand man, Gord ,
approached my mother and I slowly.
“I want to just tell you, Mrs. Alexander, how sorry I
am for your loss. Your husband meant a great deal to me.”
I almost rolled my eyes.
“Thank you, Gord , you two
were always so close,” she whispered.
Gord looked
at me and I nodded at him. “Damon, I will need to see you at the meeting
tonight. We have
part about the law, they could only do so much. If they didn't have the proof
they needed then the murderer walked. How was that possible? The legal system
just didn't make sense at times. It was meant to protect you and yet people died
every day and killers walked free.
Staring into that bowl I knew that it was up to me. I
had to find out what happened to my parents and who was responsible for their
horrible death. I made a rash decision to move to California as soon as
possible. I would leave Illinois behind and see if I could figure out who
killed my parents. I knew deep down that it was a terrible idea but I had to do
it anyways. I knew I would never be able to live without knowing what happened
to them. It would be easy to find another accounting job in California. I could
start over there. I would not tell anyone why I was going. It was up to me to
figure things out. I would start a new life in California and part of that life
would be to bring the murderer to justice. That monster would not get away with
taking my parents from me.
I just hoped that it wouldn't cost me my life to do
so.
Chapter
Two
Present
Day
Damon
Funerals made me crazy. It was crazy to think that you
had to dress up a corpse and say your goodbyes. Where had this tradition even
come from? It made not a lick of sense to me. Why dress up a body and put it out
for show? It was all a little creepy if you asked me. I had been to quite a few
funerals in my day and they were all the same. A dead body, people standing
around crying or just looking uncomfortable. I hated being in a room full of
mourners. Being the son of a MOB boss put you in a position where death was
just a way of life. It was something you got used to whether you wanted to or
not. But if I never had to go to another funeral in my life I would be a very
happy man. I glanced over at the coffin and sighed deeply as I saw the man
inside. He would be outraged to know he looked terrible lying there. He no
longer looked strong and powerful. He looked mortal and weak, which was the
last thing he would ever want.
My father was 63 years old when he died of a heart
attack. He led a very stressful life so it wasn't really surprising when he
dropped dead. He was too young to go but the life he led was not a normal one.
It was my father that was the guest of honor at this funeral. We had never been
really close. I think it's hard to be when your father is a powerful man and I
longed to be the same. We never talked much these days because my dad had made
me take control of the MOB’s money. Exciting wasn't it? Hardly. I was
interested in a little more power; I was no one’s damn accountant. I didn't
want to be in charge of money. It was a nothing position. But my dad always
believed that I wasn't capable of getting my hands dirty. He didn't trust me
with any of the important jobs; I was just the money man and it pissed me off.
Now he was dead.
I looked down at my mother who was currently crying on
my shoulder. Despite the kind of man he was, my mother had adored my father.
She had loved him from the moment they met and she had been destroyed by his
death. I, however, couldn't shed a tear. Mainly because I just didn't give a
fuck. My father had not been a good man, not even a decent one, and he never
believed in me, not for a moment. His death would not be mourned by me.
I just wanted to have the day over so that I could get
on with my life. I wasn't sure who was to run the family business now but I was
not planning on taking any orders.
My dad’s right hand man, Gord ,
approached my mother and I slowly.
“I want to just tell you, Mrs. Alexander, how sorry I
am for your loss. Your husband meant a great deal to me.”
I almost rolled my eyes.
“Thank you, Gord , you two
were always so close,” she whispered.
Gord looked
at me and I nodded at him. “Damon, I will need to see you at the meeting
tonight. We have
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