SIXTY NINE

CHAPTER SIXTY NINE

CATALINA

From the look he had in his eyes I could tell how scared he was, he definitely doesn’t want to go to jail. The holding area they are keeping him now is already fucking with his mind this bad now imagine what jail will do to him. I have to make sure he gets out no matter what, no matter who I have to threaten, who I have to pay, he has to get out.

A part of me feels that he does deserve to be in there though, I mean my father is not a good man. To be very honest none of us are but then him, he is worse by far. It takes a certain level of ruthlessness to lead a mafia and he has all of that in abundance. I remember when he officially started my training when I was just ten, it was brutal.

My mind flashes back to those mornings when he woke me up at the crack of dawn each day with that stern voice of his piercing through the walls of the mansion. He induced in me a daily regimen of grueling physical exercises, martial arts training, and weapons practice. He tra