When I look back at it all what can I say about my life? I was born to a hooker and a bastard, mother didn’t love me and father liked to hit me. I felt like I was unwelcome at home and in turn I learned that home was somewhere outside of my parents rule. I was what the feds would call a statistic of failed youth from the start, but that has shaped me into what I am today. I had to learn to fight my way though life in order to survive. Yes those early years were fun growing up as a bully to those that preyed on others. I got extreme joy out of beating some kid that was supposed to be tough to a pulp; I was always on the lookout for a challenge. The best time I ever had was when somebody failed to pull a gun on me, dropping it to the ground was the last thing he remembered. That kid will never look the same now, his own mother was rumored to have turned him away from the door when he went home.
When I had become the most feared man in my neighborhood I started to prowl into others in my hunt for a fight that was worthy of my time. But just like my neck of town I was unable to find that fight, or perhaps the big boys were just too afraid to test me. If I had been samurai they would have called me ronin, but because of my history they preferred to call me a thug. Yes nothing more then a common thug in the eyes of the police and it was not long before they would try and get me.
I find the tale of my life to be boring and I am sure that you have as well so allow me to skip to the interesting part. There I was standing outside in the parking lot ready to square off with two of of New York’s finest. They with clubs and me with fists we fought and the end result was not one for your mama to hear. There bodies were frail and unconditioned they suffered damage that sent them to an early retirement but in the end they worked me over pretty good as well. I did not even notice until it was over just how bad they had beaten me and when the adrenaline started to where off the pain came in. that little fight would land me in court for the first and only time of my life.
They told me it should have been life for me, locked away like an animal in a cage but I got lucky on that day. The judge a short fat little man seemed to have a bone to picks with those two officers and he went easy on me, way easy on me. I was sentenced ten years in a federal prison due to the corrupt court system and I owe many thanks to its incompetence. What was the best thing to ever happen to me? The question is an easy one to answer, it was prison.
I went into maximum security a fresh fish and came out a feared and respected member of the criminal world. And I like a naive schoolboy went in seeing a land of wonder and amazement. Yes the challenges that I found in the pen were limitless and they’re for the taking. It was not long before I was known as somebody who would take on all challenges, and take them all on I did. I got into a lot of fights in prison and somehow I was lucky enough to impress the higher ups to the point were I was protected. I was able to sleep at night without fear of being shanked and able to shower without having to watch my back. Over the years I was able to hone my skills and become a walking weapon a lethal machine of pain and dominance. Yes I went into prison an angry youth and came out an even angrier man.
Words of my exploits inside the walls much have reached some affluent people on the outside because a few days before my release I had received word with my daily shakedown that I was wanted by the criminal underworld. So it come to pass that on the day of my release I was to be met by a most important person. The day came and stepping out onto the fresh soil as a freeman I was once again just another danger to society released back into that world by the corrupt and inefficient judicial system. I even had a new nickname to boot Samuel the sadist they called me after my sadistic nature during fights. And there she was, waiting for me at the front gates just as they had promised.
Her name was Angela Stone and she said that she understood me and wanted to help well she was true to a degree. I was told that she knew I was never going to change my way and that I was always going to keep fighting. She said that she didn’t want to change that but rather give me focus on was to throw my fists. She offered me a job that day, a job as an enforcer working for her and her crew. And how could I have said no to such a fine lass as herself? So from then on I was a member of the stone family, the fist to there will and that is were our story begins. The son of a hooker and a bastard had become the property to a somewhat caring hand as he became the boss of the Stone Family Angela Stone’s to mold and shape in her liking.
And the first chapter starts in full circle to where it all started the fatherly neglect of a child but with my own dead the only other option was me. That’s right come to find out I was a father and the reason that Angela came to get me was not only for my services. Before my incarceration one of the no names that I had banged turned out to pop a kid out named Salvatore, funny looking kid acts just like me. It was decided that my stability was rather questionable so we kept this fact from him probably a good choice. But as time went on and I grew fonder for this women and little Sammy as I like to call him started asking questions it could not be avoided. But how to tell him became the next question and one that will surly be covered in a later chapter for right now I wish to speak of darling Angela.
There was something about her that was odd, different if you will that made this old cons heart beat a little faster. Maybe it was she was in away like myself, broken and in the shadows of society. We attended a few functions together and had a few fights that ended very pleasurably. I found myself getting rather possessive of her and wanting her more and more and I thought she might feel the same. I must admit I was turned off at the idea of having something with her but with my fondness growing and an ass like that I was willing to try.
