and influence of the Lappell. It sucked him in, and made him want more. So Devon stayed behind in Morewell, and began to help the Lappell to do jobs, mainly in assisting with information they needed. Following subjects, planting evidence, the usual run-of-the mill henchman kind of work. However, on one particular occasion, he was asked to track a particular person of interest and help him to understand that they needed to disappear. On that evening, Devon Lockley’s life changed forever. He made the person disappear for good, and since then, became the go-to man in the Lappell for quick disappearances.
I guess you could say Devon Lockley ‘the hit man’ was a job that he fell into. He changed his name to an unknown one the moment he completed his first job. He didn’t want anyone he knew to suffer because of the line of work he had chosen. It was his life and his consequence to live. He needed to keep himself completely separate from any and all identification. His brother, Martin Nicholls, knew what path his brother had chosen, and under the direction of his membership of the Lappell, had to keep everything secret to ensure the safety of himself and his family. He didn’t want the hit man’s enemies to ever come their way. Devon moved to New York to sever ties with Morewell and his identifying origins. He couldn’t risk anyone looking into his past.
It was just before college graduation in Morewell last year, when Devon, who was at the time considering his retirement, received two phone calls. One from a rich kid in Morewell called Clint Weston, telling him that he had a contract on his head from Samuel Voltaggio of New York, and that he would pay whatever it took to take the boy out. Devon accepted and arranged the paperwork. The Lappell always kept a paper trail. They always liked to have something over all its members if they needed to. Clint was a Lappell member and had been recommended by his chapter. Devon believed the final hit he would undertake, would assist in his retirement needs. As soon as he got the signed contract from Mr. Weston, he received the sum of US$500,000 and set his sights on arranging Samuel Voltaggio’s ‘accidental’ passing.
Within the same week, Devon received a second call. It was from a guy who said he knew who his niece was, and would make sure she would never be seen again if he followed through with Weston’s request. How this information was leaked, he would never know, but this guy was using the identity of his niece from stopping him from following through with this paid for hit. Devon didn’t know why he was being held back from killing this guy. He thought the second guy must have been a friend of Voltaggio, but he soon learned that he was not. In fact, this guy hated Voltaggio as much as Weston.
Devon became concerned by this strange turn of events. Instead of taking out Voltaggio, he was made to keep an eye on him, making him report all his movements, telling him that things could change any minute. Devon, normally a lot smarter and a lot more ruthless, couldn’t follow through with his contract, knowing his niece was at risk. The release of that information would surely secure her and her family’s death, and that was one burden he could not have in his life. Devon’s brother and wife were good people, as was his niece. He had to do what he was told, even if it didn’t make sense.
Devon soon found out his niece was connected to another girl that all these boys were interested in. Finding out that his niece was also her friend, he encouraged his niece to try and get her away from these guys as quickly as possible. Devon didn’t want to see his niece’s friend get caught in the crossfire of whatever dispute they were having, especially considering how connected she was. However, his niece failed in her attempt to get the girl away, and he was left, waiting to see how it would all play out. His only concern now was the fate of his niece and her family, and ensuring their ties to him remained secret.
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I felt the shadow come up behind me. He took his place standing in front of me, eyeing the way I smoked my cigarette. It wasn’t often I feared any type of situation, but right