Chapter One


i hanged up my cell, wishing that it had the same effect as a phone did when i slammed it down on the beachside bar. thinking that it still wasn't enough, i hurled the damn thing across the beach and watched as it missed the water by a few feet. with an undignified sigh, i went on to down my third shot of chinese sake that morning. the burning liquid slid down my throat like a dagger and i was briefly assuaged by it. but not before slugging across the jaw the bodyguard that retrieved my cell for me.

"ow." he whined. crybaby. heh, but it's so pleasing to see him backing away like a wounded puppy.

sorry, but i had to show my unlacking strength of the arm somehow. even if it was on a defenseless victim (who, wasn't actually so defenseless since he had five firearms on him). i hated these stupid rookies. and anyway, they'd have to learn not to annoy my royal self sometime in their career.

but you know who i hated even more? him. yes. the brown haired one. errr... i mean the brown hair, brown eye one. yeah.

i hated him for his goddamn condensending pleasantness. but vinnie... he's your son. yeah, vinnie my ass. there's still no damn way that i'd ever forgive him- son or no son.

i stomped my way to the car (leaving the bill unpaid and a cloud of hot sand in my wake) and let the cheuffeur place me in the back of the limo like i was a porceline doll. as i cooled down mentally and physically in the pleasant air conditioned air, i began to rationalize the situation in my head.