My dad used to be a big shot in the mob. He
had a ton of guys working for him. Old Man
Harrington was one of his underlings.
Then my dad met my mom, and it was love at
first sight.
The player, the killer, the guy who never cared
about anything, suddenly only had eyes for her.
But that also meant my dad had a weakness
now. His enemies went after my mom. He died
protecting her.
I wasn’t even a year old. The old–timers told me
that my mom would have ended it all then and
there if it weren’t for me.
For my sake, she forced herself to keep going.
She dissolved my dad’s gang and invested in
the ones with brains, helping them start
businesses.
She also knew that attracting too much
attention could get me killed. So, she kept a low profile, never letting herself be
photographed or interviewed.
It’s no exaggeration to say that my mom built the three richest companies in Chicago. That’s
a truth only a few people knew.
That’s why idiots like Blake had no clue who she was and felt so comfortable running their
mouths.
A week later, the doctors had worked their
magic. My face looked better than before,
whiter and smoother than ever.
The maid brought in another gift from
Harrington: a rare ginseng root, centuries old.
He was desperate to save his son.
I checked my calendar. Blake and Willow had
been locked up for a week. Time to pay them a
visit.
I told the maid to let Harrington know I was
ready to talk. Then I had the guards bring Blake
and Willow up from the basement.
Seven days had changed them completely.
Their hair was a mess, and they smelled like
garbage.
Willow’s cuts were infected and swollen. Her
face was a distorted mess. She was completely
ruined.
