Big Shot

Ben

As long as I knew that everyone back home was safe, I wasn’t going to let myself freak out. Victor Brantley, my new worst enemy, had been seen in Portland with two of his henchmen. David Thomas, my PI, had been keeping tabs on them for me after I realized that my father had run into serious debt with the Mafia. My father had been killed because of it. So had Uncle Dean.

The Mafia was the reason I had to run back to New York, again, leaving a friendship, a relationship and a family behind in Portland. I blamed my father’s debts and what the Mafia was doing for ruining my relationships, too.

But I wasn’t bitter. I was far too busy trying to fix his mess to be bitter. I was only worried sick that something was going to happen to Mila or to Jerrod or any of the other people that I cared so much about.

That was one of the things they had threatened my father with – picking off the people he loved, one by one. So far, they had proven they weren’t playing games.

My plan was to pay them t