Prologue

PROLOGUE

As a little boy he grew up in Bridgeport. He watched his parents drift apart, not knowing why. Something about his job and about his mother's friends. He remembered from a very young age, they struggled to get by but then after a few years, things where getting better. 

His dad worked all hours of the day and night. Always getting called to work. His mother sometimes begging him not to go. His father had become respected in the neighborhood they lived in, kids at school would talk in hushed tones behind his back. Then one day, another kid asked him was it true that his pop was a gangster? 

A a few weeks later, on a Saturday night, he was out with some friends and saw his pop go into a local butchers. So he decided to sneak up and see what he was up too. What he saw that night changed his life forever.  It was true, his pop worked as muscle for the local mob family.

Right before he was suppose to go into high school his mother left, assumed to be dead. A short time later, his father died in a bank heist. Some say he was murdered by mob boss. At that point he didn't know who to trust, word was that the boss wanted him to work for the "company" but he wasn't sure. So he sold all his belongings and left Bridgeport. No one knows where he went, no one has heard from him.

He was a teen and a runaway with little to no money and only the clothes on his back.