Prologue

Present Day   Heavy rain coming from the night sky strikes the already drenched road aggressively as if the heavens were crying out, on the sidewalk water pours down the glass frame of a telephone booth. Reflecting off the glass door of the booth, a blur of multi colored city lights covers it like a jacket. A black AMG Mercedes Benz frantically approaches the booth and stops abruptly alongside it, the door swings open violently a man exits revealing a light-skinned brunette woman with mascara running down her face . The mysterious hooded man slams his car door distorting the view of the woman's face from the unrelenting rain, he then runs inside the booth quickly closing the door behind him, he swiftly removes his hood from the dark-colored coat he's wearing revealing his smooth, brown skinned face. He then inserts 2 quarters as fast as he can and dials a number the slightly muffled sound of rain hitting the glass booth in the background fueling the tension. "Come on...pick up." says the mystery man his gloved hand wrap around the phone with a look of worry. Inside of a dark penthouse bedroom a phone is ringing and a woman is moaning as the bed squeaks, a hand reaches over to a nightstand where the phone is and grabs it, clumsily knocking a beer bottle over shattering it. "Fuck." The phone reads "Unknown" he's hesitant but sits up switches on a lamp and answers. "Who the fuck is this?"He says cautiously. "It's me Roddy listen to me I don't have a lot of time to talk I'm in deep shit, all of my accounts have been frozen by the feds I need you to meet me with some cash." with a concerned look plastered on his face Roddy replies. "Law? Wtf is going on?" I look down in shame. "Uhm...I don't have time to explain right now meet me at the spot, 1 hour." "Bet." Roddy answers standing up from his bed sliding up his boxers and black jeans. "Papi where are you going it's 2am?" The woman says twirling her golden hair. "Something's wrong I gotta go, I'll be back soon." Roddy explains kissing his gorgeous Latin wife's lips and grabs his keys from the nightstand. An hour passes, Im waiting for Roddy at a broken down half-burned church where we used to smoke weed and cut class, I stand in the middle of the altar with my signature 2-tone glock 45 in hand staring at a burned broken cross like it was meant for me to see. Wooden church doors open behind me and footsteps approach, I holster my gun in the middle of my waist concealing it with my hoodie as I turn towards Roddy. "Heh, only you would set a meeting here." Roddy says jokingly. "All I could get was $50k I can get you more if you need it just need to make a few calls, where Scarlett she good?" Roddy says handing me 2 black heavy duffle bags. "She's fine she's in the car out back waiting for me." I lie taking a seat on a charred pew placing the bags on the dusty floor leaning forward staring at my feet. Roddy sits down next to me with his hand on my shoulder "Tell me what happened L." Roddy insists with a look of worry. A tear rolls down my cheek as I look him straight in the eyes. "I fucked up heavy this time cousin." I say to him with my head in my hands.