Chapter 11
Two years passed.
I was fifteen now.
I was working at Moretti & Son every day after school.
I was learning.
I was good at it.
My father said I was a natural.
I had already overseen three construction projects.
I had negotiated several real estate deals.
I was making a name for myself.
A good name.
People were starting to say that Anthony Moretti was going to change things.
That he was going to make the Moretti family respectable.
I liked that.
My soccer career was going well too.
I was the captain of the team.
We had won the state championship two years in a row.
Scouts from colleges were already looking at me.
Life was perfect.
But then...
Something happened.
Richard came back.
Well, not Richard exactly.
But someone connected to him.
His brother.
Marcus.
Marcus was worse than Richard.
He was a criminal. A small-time thug.
And he wanted revenge.
He thought my father had killed Richard.
And he wanted to make us pay.
One day, after school, I was walking to my car.
A van pulled up beside me.
The door slid open.
Men jumped out.
They grabbed me.
They put a bag over my head.
They threw me in the van.
I fought. I kicked. I screamed.
But there were too many of them.
They were too strong.
The van drove away.
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