I took another swig from the bottle, the memory burning like acid in my throat. "Alexander Sterling happened," I said, my voice laced with bitterness as I tapped the bottom of the bottle twice on the slab where we sat.
"He wiped my entire family… all because of a case," I continued, my voice tightening with the anger I had buried for so long. "Now you see, Noah, I knew Alexander very closely. I worked for him, helped him in all his illegal dealings, covered up several tracks for him. But everything went south when information leaked to the DA's Office about an operation of his. Of course, we intercepted them and arrested many of his boys. Alexander got away… but we locked eyes."
I paused, the memories flooding back like a tidal wave, drowning me in their darkness. "When I returned home, I met Alexander in my house, having my family tied and at gunpoint—even my last daughter Kelly. She was young, barely five years old, and she had a gun to her head."
