Chapter 1 by Shane Griffin……………

Growing up in New Jersey in the 70s was tough enough for a young boy but growing up without a father made things even tougher for Benny. You see Benny’s father had been the victimOf a convenient store robbery gone wrong, just in the wrong place at the wrong time the police said. After that Benny was never really the same his boyish spark had gone life meant nothing to him anymore, and when his mother ended her own life two months after his fathers death Benny was lost forever never would he be the same again.

Shipped from foster home to foster home never settling anywhere he soon found himself on the street all alone doing anything to make ends meet. He was still only a child 15 years of age these were suppose to be the best years of his life but they turned out to be the complete opposite. As Benny sat on the street corner freezing cold and dying with the hunger he heard a voice from behind him, u ok kid an old man said to him barely able to talk Benny just stared at him, the man picked him up brought him over to a local bar got him something to eat and drink.

My name is Michael Gambini the man said, Benny recognised him he owned the local shop. As Benny told the man his story of what happened the man took pity on him, if you want I can give u a place to stay and food and I can get you some work with a friend Michael said. Ecstatic Benny said he do whatever work Michael needed done to keep a roof over his head. Walking to Michaels house Benny finally taught to himself things could be looking up for him.Heres your room Michael said get some sleep and we can talk in the morning.

Waking up Benny had forgotten how good it was to wake up in a nice warm bed it was something he longed for while stuck on the streets. He heard talking downstairs so he went down into the kitchen he saw Michael talking with another man a well dressed man but there was something about him that scared Benny. How are ya kid the man said, Benny this is a good friend of mine his name is Mr Silva he runs a delivery firm and hes gonna give some work to do said Michael. Mr Silva took Benny by the hand and led him out to the car, on the drive to the construction site Silva never said a word until they pulled in now listen im gonna give you some packages to deliver to some friends of mine I don’t want you to open them or ask what’s inside just take them deliver them and come back you got it kid, Benny could say nothing but ok.

Inside Benny was given a bicycle and a bag with three small boxes in it, the addresses are on the boxes kid so don’t mess this up u got it screamed Silva. Benny nodded to him right get the fuck out of here so and be back in an hour kid.

Off Benny went to deliver the first box confused as to why they wanted him to deliver the boxes, he let his mind wander as to what was inside it was it money was it drugs more than likely it was a box of nails or something but it seemed more fun to think of something better. As he dropped of the last box he made his way back to Silva to hopefully get a few bucks for his work, he cycled threw the gate hopped off the bike as he opened the door to the cabin he heard a scream coming from inside, scared he backed away from door but curiosity took over he crept around to the window and peered inside what he say shocked him to his core.

Inside he saw mr Silva standing over a man whose face was covered in blood bang bang bang the thud of mr silva smashing the mans skull in with a hammer suddenly the screaming had stopped he must be dead thought Benny, just as he was creeping away from the window he felt a hand touch his shoulder enjoying the fucking view kid a man screamed. He picked up benny brought him inside to Silva, im sorry sir the man said but I think we got a problem he was looking threw the window, leave the boy and get out roared Silva. Staring into Bennys eyes, I think we need to have a little chat my boy said Silva.