His Legacy

Change of fate

Steven Gold walked out of prison with nothing but his wallet. The jailer thought it was odd for him to leave with nothing. Even his outfit had to be borrowed.

“Have anywhere to stay?” The jailor asked.

“I will find my way,”

“You were arrested at 17 years old. The world has not been the same since then, sir.”

“As I said before, I will find my way.”

It's been 10 years since he was imprisoned. The jailor wasn’t wrong. The world changed a lot. Everyone depended on the internet now.He could barely recognize the alleys. The roads were bigger, there were more shops and the fashion was different.

There was so much to explore. The poor guy didn’t know where to start. He didn’t know where to go.

“Hi,” he entered a grocery store. The owner was an elderly woman who judged him instantly.

“Are you here to steal?”

That was a dumb question.

“I am looking for a job,” he said anyway.

She was irked.

“We are not hiring.”

“Please….”

“Do I look like a charity?! Leave or I will call the police.”

“Do you know where I can get one?”

“Have you looked yourself in the mirror?” She sounded rude.

Steven walked away. Other stores turned him down. No one was willing to help since he looked unkempt. He walked aimlessly on the streets that night. Help was impossible to get. He didn’t know where to start. He overheard some men speak of their mafia lord. This reminded him of his father.

Was that man dead yet because he was willing to kill him again?

He slept in a homeless shelter. The mosquitos buzzed in his ears and someone spat on him. He didn’t react since he was used to it.

The following day, he continued his hustle around the city. No one was willing to give him a job. He smelled worse now, and couldn’t change his shirt. As he walked under the summer sun, a car pulled over beside him. A man dressed in an expensive suit walked out and approached an ATM. Steve admired the suit.

Mary wanted him to wear one.

He smiled. A sudden sound of a gunshot echoed in his ears. This froze him due to PTSD. His eyes caught sight of a gun pointed in this businessman's direction. Without warning, he pushed him out of the way and the bullet missed.

The man’s guards hurried to them and started a shootout. They shielded them, hoping they were safe before the man hurried into his car.

“Get in!” He told Steven.

Steven didn’t think twice. He got in and they drove past the massacre. Many people were killed that day, he couldn’t count.

“You saved my life,” the man said, smiling. “Who are you?”

“I am Steven.”

“Steven what?”

Steven didn’t want to open his past.

“Steven Boles.”

The guy thought the surname was weird. He smiled and ignored it.

“You are gifted, Steven. Let me drop you off at your home. Where do you work?”

“I do not have a job.”

“What a pity. Have you tried looking for one?”

Steven shook his head.

“I was in prison for 10 years. It won’t be easy for me to find a job.”

“Jail?! What did you do?”

“Framed murder.”

“Wow!” The man took out a tobacco and blew out some air. “Murder is a big case. How did you get out?”

“I was released on parole. There wasn’t enough evidence to pin it on me.”

The businessman nodded. He stretched out his hands for a handshake.

“It is good we met. I can change your life around. My name is Mr Jones.”

Steven accepted the handshake.

“Steven.”

“I know, I know,” he puffed out smoke again. “I have the perfect job for you.”

Steven was excited about what it might be. They pulled over at his home. Mrs Jones called one of his servants.

“This is Steven. He will be working with you now.”

Steven was surprised.

“Housekeeping?”

Mr Jones arched his brows.

“Is it bad? I will pay you handsomely and you will be under my roof.”

Steven couldn’t reject the offer. He nodded sharply.

“Yes. Yes! I want that.”

Mr Jones smiled and tapped him on the back.

“I like you. I have a feeling we will get along.”

“Boss, the mafia isn’t pulling back!” One of Mr Jones' men told him. Mr Jones frowned and gestured to him to be quiet. Steven already heard. So Mr Jones was also part of the Mafia. Could he be a Mafia Lord?

“Start cleaning!” One of the female servants urged him.

He collected a broom and packer; the sweeping began.

If Mr Jones was a Mafia Lord, he could get to his father somehow. They could set him up together! But how would he do that? Mafias were dangerous. They hated third parties in their businesses. As he cleaned, he entered a room with the word ‘keep out’ pasted on the door. Lol! Sike! He hated rules. What he saw in the room sent shivers down his spine.

“Hey!” The earlier female servant screamed at him. “Will you not clean?!”

He apologized and walked out of the room. The room had weapons. Lots and lots of them. They were uncountable. He seriously needed to know who Mr Jones was and how to get on his side.

“Are you done?” The servant asked after the cleaning.

“Yeah,” he dropped the broom and packer.

“You did nonsense. Start all over!”

Steven frowned. What was wrong with this woman? Why was she being mean?

“Are you deaf?” She lashed.

Steven eyed her up and down. She wasn’t looking bad though. She looked slightly younger than him. He leaned forward towards her and pulled her face towards his.

“Do you have a crush on me?”

She froze.

“What?!”

She slapped his hands off and hurried out. He smirked.

Perhaps, Sharon was right. His charm could get him whatever he wanted.

He knew what to do

He ran his hand down his hair and began his planning.