Chapter 22

The monster that has been haunting my dreams all these years pops up on the screen. Alexander Morelli the devil himself. Sitted behind his favorite desk in his office and on his favorite large chair that resembles a throne. Though he's aged with the years, he has still managed to maintain his good looks. A full face of grey hair, and his familiar crooked nose he'd always had. His cold eyes that bore into your soul and haunt you when you close your eyes. With a scar across his left left cheek that I gave him as a parting gift. He gazes into my eyes. The last time we locked eyes like this was when he was laying in a pool of his blood after I shot him five times. I was fourteen.

I watch frozen in place at the monster of a father I've come to dread. The man I hate with a burning passion. Resting in between his fingers is his prized Arturo Fuente cigar. Even after all these years those damn cigars still didn't kill him. Then again I thought I killled him too. I thought he was dead and wa