Page 10 of Giovanni's Obsession

Giovanni

After helping Raven eat her soup, I sit with her long enough for her to fall back to sleep before leaving the room.

Sitting down at the kitchen table I open up the files that my contact sent to me on what he could find on Raven.

She was born to what appears to be a middle class family who seem to come into some money quite a few years back although there’s no record of where it came from.

Her father seems to have ties to the Mendez family down in Miami Florida. They’re mixed up in not only drugs but trafficking as well as murder although the FBI has been unable to make any charges stick.

There’s not much I’ve not seen in this life that I’ve chosen to live. I’ve killed in my line of work, never blinking an eye and certainly not losing any sleep.

There’s one thing though that I will not do. That is, to hurt a woman or child.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve probably met quite a few women that needed killing over the years but I’ve never done so.

My brother is the same as me. We have this code that we never break, no matter the circumstances. No women. No children.

The pictures of some of the crime scenes that the FBI have collected over the last three years, tells me that these people have no code.

They live only for the money. And there’s plenty of that when you deal in trafficking women and children.

Looking back towards the bedroom, I’m filled with questions as to how mixed up with all of this she is.

Some of the pictures that are in the file makes it seem as though she had a romantic relationship with Mateo “Scotty” Mendez.

Is it possible she knew what was going on? That it was money from the sale of little kids that paid for her expensive dinners?

She did leave though. She’s been running. For quite a while from what I’ve gathered. No, she’s not involved.

I think she does know now though and it’s possibly the reason she started running. She’s been lucky so far that they’ve only just managed to catch up with her.

She doesn’t need to worry any more though. I plan to put these fuckers in the ground. Sick fucks like these have no business being above ground.

First things first though. My brother is expecting us in Montana. His wife has a piece of land up on the mountain that has an old shack structure on it that does have a wood burning stove we can use to cook or stay warm.

I plan for the two of us to be on the road as early as possible. Hopefully she won’t be in too much pain on the trip.

It can’t be helped though. We need to get out of the area as soon as possible. We’ve already been here too long waiting for her to recover a little.

Shutting down the computer, I head into the bathroom to get a quick shower before falling asleep in the chair in the corner of the bedroom.

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